Deep down under is where I live
Hearing the toots and hoots of the dwellers
Where light doesn't shine and rain doesn't fall
And even when eyes are open wide
It will seem like night time no matter what
The time is 8 -- don't know whether it's AM or PM
But people are rushing on to the platforms
Waiting for a way to their next destination
Some drop by the shop at the corner
Take a swing by the old hot dog stand
Or that sandwich store next to the bathroom stalls
The daily mail is being waved around
And quickly snatched away, only to be replaced
Few notice that homeless man
Crouching at the feet of others, playing a broken violin
Even less notice that one pick-pocket silently watching
Stalking their next victim in this crowd
No one really pays attention to the redundant routine
Taken place each and every day down below
The same people rushing in and rushing out
More than once have you seen that man
One who wears the black suit and sparrow patterned socks
And the lady wearing the pink watch
Walking with the hunched back with a dark oak cane
Not to mention that one guy
The one that always wears his earphones
Taps his feet patiently to the rhythm of the song
His curly hair is stuffed in a purple beanie
And his hands always tucked in the pocket of his hoodie
Even when it's not winter time
These small details that are stored in the back of your mind
Blurry clips taken by a monochrome camera
Insignificant but softly replayed in dreams at night
