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