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Got my work clothes on
For love, sweat and dirt
All this Holy dust upon my face an' shirt
Headin' uptown now
Just as the shifts are changin'
To Grand Central Station

I got my lunch box
Got my hard hat in my hand
I ain't no hero, mister
Just a workin' man
An' all these voices
Keep on askin' me to take them
To Grand Central Station
Grand Central Station

I wanna stand beneath the clock just one more time
Wanna wait on the platform for the Hudson line
I guess you're never really all alone
Or too far from the pull of home
An' the stars upon that painted dome still shine

I paid my way out on the 42nd Street
I lit a cigarette an' stared down at my feet
Imagined all the ones that ever stood here waitin'
At Grand Central Station
Grand Central Station

And now Hercules is starin' down at me
Next to him's Minerva an' Mercury
Well, I nod to them an' start my crawl
Flyers coverin' every wall
Faces of the missing are all I see

Tomorrow, I'll be back there
Workin' on the pile
Going in, comin' out single file
Before my job is done
There's one more trip I'm makin'
To Grand Central Station
Grand Central Station

Grand Central Station
Grand Central Station

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