Today you're the guy to look at on the subway
You're the guy falling asleep all bent over
Bad news caught in your throat like a cold
I guess today you got the call about the clicker
The Doctor says get cracking
Ante up sez he start telling time
Yesterday it was the guy with the cane
Looking sideways, dragging his stump
Today's cane's beaming
Sitting tall on the bench
Back straight against the map
Head touching all the way to the tip of
Manhattan. I can't barely see Staten Island

Yep, lotta eyes on me today
Just not the ones in thе square brown glasses
With the black scarfing thеir head
Those eyes are shut tight
Couldn't open em with a crowbar
Well, maybe if you got in there below the chin
Where the line comes down straight like the don't-step crack in the sidewalk
That the lady with the pink baby and the guy in the fake
French hat saw in the
Darwin thru
May sign
The crack the headphone guy hears
In the 12th bar of his blues
The crack we saw in the
Prospect
Tunnel
When the light went out
The crack I tripped on today
When I stepped on some trouble