作词 : Kaplansky, Litvin, Wittman
I'm a rider of the city on this Brooklyn train.
Held by the crowd face to face
Freeze-frames in time move through me
Moments in life I won't again see
A pack of kids gets on board
Loud and laughing they rule the car
Non-stop rhythm of words and speed
The sound of the young
The sound of the city
Down below on iron veins
Rolling waves of subway trains
Rails of mercy cross the lives of men
Safe in the body of New York again
Asian men selling
Firetrucks and flags
The mixed up voices of a duop band
Sailors and whites
Dance and sing
Beneath the streets
Part of everything
A family just arrived from JFK
A couple of boys
Another on the way
A mother is watching
Remembers her son
Buys some firetrucks-
Gives each of them one
Down below on iron veins
Rolling waves of subway trains
Rails of mercy cross the lives of men
Safe in the body of New York again
Amid all these others
It's myself I see
And the thread that connect these faces to me.
And those who rode these rails before me
And the others who'll ride this train after me.
Williamsburg bridge,
Sun hits the train as it rises over the city again
Nobody speaks
Everyone stares
Remembering all that used to be there.
And only the living
Know what loss means
Riding together on this morning train.
Down below on iron veins
Rolling waves of subway trains
Rails of mercy cross the lives of men
Safe in the body of New York again
Safe in the body of New York again