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