Hear the chug and the hiss of the streetcar stopping
The empty faces turned out to the passing day
We all look like we don't quite know where we're going
But we're together on our separate ways.
Now, the drugs and the cops are the passing traffic
One rider doesn't seem to even have a dime
Sometimes you'll hear the driver give'em the business
A free ride or "don't waste my time!"
And now we roll on into the business sector -
The suits and cellphones stand there waiting in a row
They all say they'd love to spend more time with their children
But they're far too busy makin' dough
And I finally find a seat in the back and I take it / Watch the graffiti painted on a passing wall
With my heart and my eyes and my chin up / I try to make sense of it all
(Hear the chug...)