casey's last ride

casey joins the hollow sound of silent people walking down

the stairway to the subway in the shadows down below

following the footsteps through the neon-darkened corridors

of silent desperation

never speakin' to a soul

the poisoned air he's breathin' has the dirty smell of dyin'

'cause it's never seen the sunshine and it's never felt the rain

but casey minds the arrows and ignores the fatal echoes

of the clickin' of the turnstile and the rattle of his chain

oh