Metro Card
I
you forget manhattan is an island
until you're racing over the bridge
cause you always felt the link,
wires buzzing down under the shore
II
sitting on the subway with visions
of a new sky to build the city
doesn't seem so small
III
these metal dragons, limbo,
the vaccuum, the heat,
steel drums, mosaics,
bodies cascading from the platform,
8 million all alone and all together
IV
here at home, one swipe &
you're somewhere foreign &
the city never ends
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