Subway Funeral Surprise, surprise Everything you know will flash before your eyes You're frozen with your hands against the glass I'm seeing bright lights I'm hearing sharpened knives I'm praying to a neon sign As I wait for this severed line to take me Nobody called
Surprise, surprise When a sparrow falls, we go about our lives We're busy counting grains of sand I follow red birds I follow lost words I'll follow you into the dark We're running for the dead
All the time I wait to see your face That's what it all comes down to at 42nd and 5th All the time I wait to hear your voice At Grand Central Station
All the time I wait to see your face That's what it all comes down to at 46th and Flint All the time I wait to hear your voice At Willis Point and Shea
Every passing second
I feel it slip away All of this we used to watch and play All around it's clear that I've been changed This will never end
But every time I think I see a train It just closed a door And the subway funeral is underway Movie starts to play Watch the thunder of his scream For a single frame where I know we're still alive But it fades to the grave The subway funeral is everywhere Every night I see your face on a passing train Every inch of track is a sacred path that I follow I follow It's a silver thread hanging from the hem of heaven And you're tied to other end A needle that's been buried in the hay But I'll find you, I'll find you
Every night I take a ride On a subway funeral that never ends Never gone to say goodbye And that's the subway funeral that's in my heart