Grand Central Station (Album Version) - Mary Chapin Carpenter

Got my work clothes on full of sweat and dirt

All this holy dust upon my face and' shirt

Heading uptown now just as the shifts are changing

To Grand Central Station

Got my lunch box got my hard hat in my hand

I ain't no hero mister just a working man

And all these voices keep on asking me to take them

To Grand Central Station

Grand Central Station

I want to stand beneath the clock just one more time

Want to wait upon the platform for the Hudson Line

I guess you're never really all alone or too far from the pull of home

And the stars upon that painted dome still shine

I paid my way out on 42nd Street

I lit a cigarette and stared down at my feet

And imagined all the ones that ever stood here waiting

At Grand Central Station

Grand Central Station

Now Hercules is staring down at me

Next to him's Minerva and Mercury

I nod to them and start my crawl flyers covering every wall:

Faces of the missing are all I see

Tomorrow I'll be back there working on the pile

Going in coming out single file

Before my job is done there's one more trip I'm making

To Grand Central Station

Grand Central Station

Grand Central Station

Grand Central Station