paroles de chanson Grand Central Station - Mary Chapin Carpenter
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
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
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