Letras
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
As the doctor said, "Get cracking, ante up, start telling time"
Yesterday, you was the guy with the cane
Looking sideways, dragging his stone
Looking straight against the man touching
On the way to Manhattan, I can barely see Staten Island
Yeah, a lot of eyes on me today
Just not the ones in the square brown
Glasses with the black scarf on their head
Those eyes are shut tight
Couldn't open 'em with a crowbar
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 through May sign
Yeah, crack the headphone guy hears
In the twelfth bar of his blues
The crack you saw in the Prospect Tunnel
When the light went out
The crack I tripped on today when I stepped on some trouble