The # 7 subway line on it's journey
Many stops scheduled or not
Carrying men women and children
All hope they arrive on time
Somewhere under the East River
There's a signal that won't change
Bringing the trains to a halt
Of course the one I'm on is one
Sitting there wondering,
how late will I get to work today
At least this car is air-conditioned
And I've got a seat
Somewhere under the East River
Friendships started business transactions made
Second hands move but time is stopped
Will we ever move
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