The subway

The subway [verse 1] You must go below the city streets If you want to see buskers perform their feats Or if you need to catch the soonest A-train And that’s precisely where I go Little did I know, how much I’d grow From one short ride on the A-train The car jostles and shakes as if it’s a bronco And us passengers the daring cowboy And I cease my attempts to work and instead look up to see who all is sitting around me. [verse 2] I can see a hungry, young reporter in the face of the grandmother Sitting across from me She pours that same hunger into her crossword puzzles Her hair has greyed but her wit has remained And she finishes the puzzle at an Olympic speed. [chorus] The subway lurches side to side And I take note to the faces around me and I wonder why If we were all put here for a reason And if we were all created equal Then why do we treat others as more than or less than ourselves? [verse 3] I look around more and I see that Sitting next to me are tired eyes of the starving artist Who poured his whole heart into the canvas But was denied entry to the gallery Because the general public would not understand his vision [chorus] The subway lurches side to side And I take note to the faces around me and I wonder why If we were all put here for a reason And if we were all created equal Then why do we treat others as more than or less than ourselves? [bridge] [chorus] The subway lurches side to side And I take note to the faces around me and I wonder why If we were all put here for a reason And if we were all created equal Then why do we treat others as more than or less than ourselves? [outro] Why do we treat others as more than or less than ourselves?