Working people on their way
They have to keep moving, there are bills to pay
Same old thing day after day
As their body grows old and their hair turns grey
They get out of bed by sheer momentum
Hoping another day will pass without a tantrum
And the only time their off their feet from nine to nine
Is when they're riding the line

And I drive the line
Between these homeless streets and ragged buildings
Time and time again
I see them get on
And I see them get off
But I never see them walk away

Little children on their way to school
Yelling and laughing as if "worry" is a concept of fools
Their biggest concern is that the teacher won't be too
cruel
And whether their friends think they're cool
But they grow up in the city so they know what's real
They've been smacked enough by reality to know how it feels
And the only time reality stops and their childhood shines
Is when they're riding the line

And I drive the line
Between these homeless streets and ragged buildings
Time and time again
I see them get on
And I see them get off
But I never see them walk away