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 sliced alone 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 And 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