Grand Central Station sing and play along

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. I 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 here 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.

tion.

And now Hercules is staring down at me.

Next to him's

Minerva and Mercury.

Well, I nod to them and start my crawl,

fliers cov'ring ev'ry wall, faces of the missing all I see.

Tomorrow I'll be back there working on the pile,

going in and 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.