Barenaked Ladies Every Subway Car
My backpack was faded black
But now it's all blue
It looks whack but it's compact
And works like brand new
I had found an old Greyhound
But it wasn't my scene
I'm underground at the turnaround
This one is pristine
Warehouses above, all I'm thinking of
You gave your heart to me and soon the world will see
Our graffiti love, spray paint on my glove
They'll wonder who you are on every subway car
I'm on my own, I'm Sly Stallone
I did it for you
But I've outgrown my wings and flown
Into something brand new
I show restraint, I'm the patron saint
Of urban gardens in bloom
If I don't faint ingesting paint
Breathing all of these fumes
Warehouses above, all I'm thinking of
You gave your heart to me and soon the world will see
Our graffiti love, spray paint on my glove
They'll wonder who you are on every subway car
On every subway car you look amazing
While streaming out of bars their glasses raising
Systemically refused, then chemically removed
Warehouses above, all I'm thinking of
You gave your heart to me and soon the world will see
Our graffiti love melted on my glove
They'll wonder who you are on every subway car
Our graffiti love on every subway car
Our graffiti love on every subway car
