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 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 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 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