The MTA (A Love Song Written By an Avid Cyclist After Having Been Doored)

There's a place that's always open Like my arms 24 hours a day Here's a map, where's your destination? $2.50 is all you'll pay (The MTA) Here's your chance to make friends with strangers Be protected from the rain They say home is where the heart is Then my heart is only a ride away (The MTA) Like the doors it's heart is open You can ride no matter what your creed It keeps you warm when it's cold outside And air conditioning is free There's no need to wear your helmet Or maybe you forgot your chain Stay from protected from the cars outside Heartless machines driving in your lane