Lyrics

This morning off to work I go
On the Long Island Rail Road
The train stops, the doors open wide
I get on board for another ride

Today’s another dreary morning
Riding with the zombies who look dead
Nothing stops the train from going
Full speed ahead

Someone is coughing in my face
And taking up way too much space
May I present the human race
Oh Lord transport me to another place

It’s just another dreary morning
Riding with the zombies who look dead
Nothing stops the train from going
Full speed ahead

Everywhere you look no one’s waking up
And I’m not talking about your morning cup
Everybody’s heads are buried in their phones
In short, an apathetic bunch of clones
Perfect candidates for working drones

Yeah something here does not compute
Evokes a pain that’s real acute
I wish I took a different route
That sums up my morning commute