Lyrics Thank God for the F Train - Ben Sidran

Thank God for the F Train

When you’re dying on the platform from the heat and the smoke
And the skinny girl from Teaneck thinks it’s all some kinda joke
Waiting on the «G» train and the AC is broke
But thank god for the F train
Some people ride to work some people ride to war
Some people got no idea what they’re riding for
Some people get on board just because they shut the door
But thank god for the F train
It might be raining on the surface, coming down in sheets
Forget the car service, nothing’s moving on the streets
You gotta get to mid town and there’s no service on your phone?
Well get yourself a ticket and join the underground
There’s a drummer down in Chelsea trying to get to union hall
There’s a real estate broker trying to make that conference call
There’s a guy sellin' umbrellas before the prices fall
They all thank god for the F train
There’s a politician out hustling up some votes
There’s a statistician counting up some goats
Me, I’m wondering what those girls are hiding in their coats
And here comes the river, you think this baby floats?
You can thank old Ronald Reagan for screwing up the skies
And you can thank the boys at NORML for tryin' to decriminalize
And you can thank that place in Redhook for those fine key-lime pies
But thank god for the F train