Grand Central Station

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 lunchbox, 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 made my way out on to 42nd street
 I lit a cigarette and stared down at my feet
 Imagined all the ones that ever stood here waiting
 At Grand Central Station, Grand Central Station
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 And now Hercules is staring down at me
 Next to him is Minerva and Mercury
 I nod to them and start my crawl, flyers covering every 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