Mary Chapin Carpenter - Grand Central Station [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse]
Got my work clothes on for love, sweat and dirt
All this holy dust upon my face an' shirt
Heading uptown now, just as the shifts are changing
To Grand Central Station
I've got my lunch box, got my hard hat in my hand
I ain't no hero, mister, just a working man
An' all these voices keep on asking me to take them
To Grand Central Station, Grand Central Station
Want to stand beneath the clock just one more time
Want to wait upon 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 and stared down at my feet
Imagined all the ones that ever stood here waiting
At Grand Central Station, Grand Central Station
And now Hercules is staring down at me
Next to him's Minerva and Mercury
Well, I nod to them and start my crawl
Flyers covering every wall, faces of the missing are all I see
Tomorrow, I'll be back there, working on the pile
Going in, coming out, single file
Before my job is done there's one more trip I'm making
To Grand Central Station, Grand Central Station

[Outro]
Grand Central Station[x2]