Surprise, surprise
Everything you know will flash before your eyes
Youre frozen with your hands against the glass
Im seeing bright lights
Im hearing sharpened knives
Im 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
Were busy counting grains of sand
I follow red birds
I follow lost words
Ill follow you into the dark
Were running for the dead
All the time I wait to see your face
Thats what it all comes down to at 42nd and 5th
All the time I wait to hear your voice
Thats what it all comes down to
At Grand Central Station
All the time I wait to see your face
Thats what it all comes down to at 46th and Flint
All the time I wait to hear your voice
Thats what it all comes down to
At Willis Point and Shea
Every passing second
I feel it slip away
All of this we used to watch and play
All of these things weve been
All around its clear that Ive been changed
All these things wont change
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 were 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
Its a silver thread hanging from the hem of heaven
And youre tied to other end
A needle thats been buried in the hay
But Ill find you, Ill find you
Every night I take a ride
On a subway funeral that never ends
Never gone to say goodbye
And thats the subway funeral thats in my heart