Good intentions get misled.
Seductive world above my head

Turnstiles spin, I hit my stride
All aboard a steel wheel carpet ride

Rooftops at your feet, will be riding the El today
Feel the soul in the rhythm it makes

Whenever my day-to-day
has become passé

I take a ride on the 7 Line


Caught up in the urban flow
East or west, which way to go

Times Square station no delay
Or head the other way to Shea

Amazin' blood I bleed, subway series goin' down
Feel the heart of the Citi pound

A cold one with Mr. Met
That only I can get

When I ride on the 7 Line


Headed toward the city lights
Get across that river tonight

It's a concrete kingdom that I roam
'Till morning comes then I get back home

Woodside part of Queens, where this journey started from
Through these confines the 7 runs

When trouble is on my mind
It always works out fine

When I ride on the 7 Line