They come in suits, lab coats and jeans
Some wearing hardhats, jewelry and rings
Little old ladies wearing sweaters because they are cold
I even saw a human statue and he was painted all gold
These are the people that get up each day
And walk from their home and take the subway
New York City life is different than most people will know
You don’t have a car so you take the train wherever you go
People carry bikes and bags up three flights of stairs
I’ve even seen a lady on the train carrying table and chairs
Your life must revolve around the schedule of the train
And you hurry to the subway through heat snow and rain
Trying to decide if it’s the Q , N or R train just drives me insane
Don’t think I will ever be smart enough to ride the right subway train
From My World To Yours,
Bob Baker