@ @ Surprise, surprise Everything you know will flash before your eyes You're frozen with your hands against the glass I'm seeing bright lights I'm hearing sharpened knives I'm praying to a neon sign As I wait for this severed line to take me Nobody called Surprise, surprise When a sparrow falls, we go about our lives We're busy counting grains of sand I follow red birds I follow lost words I'll follow you into the dark We're running for the dead All the time I wait to see your face That's what it all comes down to at 42nd and 5th All the time I wait to hear your voice At Grand Central Station All the time I wait to see your face That's what it all comes down to at 46th and Flint All the time I wait to hear your voice At Willis Point and Shea Every passing second I feel it slip away All of this we used to watch and play All around it's clear that I've been changed This will never end But every time I think I see a train It just closed a door And the subway funeral is underway Movie starts to play Watch the thunder of his scream For a single frame where I know we're still alive But it fades to the grave The subway funeral is everywhere Every night I see your face on a passing train Every inch of track is a sacred path that I follow I follow It's a silver thread hanging from the hem of heaven And you're tied to other end A needle that's been buried in the hay But I'll find you, I'll find you Every night I take a ride On a subway funeral that never ends Never gone to say goodbye And that's the subway funeral that's in my heart