Capo 2nd fret

Standard (EADGBE)

 There's no sun and no starlight to shine on the rails

 The spray painted words of the prophets have failed

Down in this tunnel there's no day or night

 Up above is it darkness or light

It's all just a dream I wake up and I'm back

 Where the wheels of reality screech down the track

 The ride is the moment they're all waiting for

 Can't afford to believe that there's more

 I can't kid myself into thinking there's more

 And he lives in the suburbs and he carries a phone

 I watch him arrive and I'll watch him go home

 He'll pitch me a quarter as he stops to change lines

 He'd stay but he never has time

 Would he stay if he ever had time

 So hold my eye

 While the rest of the city flies by

 And the tips and the tokens you left me today

 Are the price of my ride on the subway

 And I've seen drowning hobos and rich men who pass

Reflected in fragments of Boston bound glass

 And I'll be Jimmie Rodgers, The Cure or The Who

 If it makes any difference to you

 Does it make any difference to you

 So hold my eye

 While the rest of the city flies by

 And the tips and the tokens you left me today

 Are the price of my ride on the subway

 They’re the price of my ride on the subway

 They’re the price of my ride on the subway

(Mary Lou Lord, Nick Saloman)