Subway Art

I'm not gon' cry this time, so it sounds better

There is life in New York

Underground, in the coldest hearts

Lonely people are subway art

Lonely people, cast away

For the crimes they committed

And the loved ones they pain

Hope for redemption on a crowded train

Can you spare some change? 'Cause my baby needs some diapers

I just got out of jail and nobody wants to hire

My mother just died and I have nowhere to go now

Got hurt on the job, got laid off, and I'm broke now

I could be robbin' you, but I'm tryna sell this candy

I need to feed my family, somebody help me

Yes, there is life in New York

Underground, in the coldest hearts

Lonely people are subway art

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

Lonely people, la, la, la, la, la

La, la, la, la, la

In the coldest hearts

Lonely people, whose broken dreams

Slowly became distant memories

Most of their prayers fall on dead ears in this crowded train

Hooked on drugs and I can't get sober

I'm only 18 and my whole life is over

I've done been to jail five times, give me a dollar

I'm just hungry, I'll take food if you got some

Anybody wanna buy my mixed CD?

I need to feed my family, somebody help me

There is life in New York

Underground in the coldest hearts

Lonely people are subway art

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

Lonely people, la, la, la, la, la

La, la, la, la, la

In the coldest hearts