GIRL ON THE T.T.C.
Dan Zlotnick - EP (2016). Lyrics by Dan Zlotnick
There’s a world above the ground
A subway car has never found
But heard about from kids like us
Tales don’t tend to rise like heat
Their death occurs at the street
But today that’s not the way that it was
I had to stop at Christie Station
I looked up and saw your face and
I felt like I had touched the third rail
The way your lips pushed up your cheeks
As you refused to take my seat
And all my plans derailed
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
I thought to ask how was your day
And a million other things to say
But nothing made it off my tongue
Before I knew it we had stopped
And you were walking until you hopped
Up the stairs and out onto Yonge
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
I think for my own sanity
Convince myself it’s vanity
You weren’t really looking my way
When you’re on the backs of my eyelids
I say the words I never did
And I just might know your name