Ride the Rocket

Life is like riding the subway,
first you wait for the train to come,
coz you just missed one,
the phone doesn't work,
and worst still the strangers surround you,
But then you notice a beautiful face,
And you are thankful for God's grace,
And that you got late,
You come out of the tunnel,
its raining outside,
You praise the Lord,
Coz you don't have to walk outside,
But then comes the stop,
And you wonder if this is the stop
you are supposed to get off,
the darkness welcomes you,
And you hope, light at the end of the tunnel
awaits you,
frowns n the smiles force you to stare,
But do you really care?
just then you try to read the map,
trying to figure out if you are on the right track,
music gives you company,
when theres nothing to do,
but then comes the time to change,
Here comes, Yonge and Bloor*