Sick Day

Check out the girl in the Harbor Tunnel Crawling to work six feet under And the day has barely begun They're all chewing gum And laughing at the voice on the crackling radio station Lead us not into Penn Station Cause the best part's just begun We're all becoming one again And she's making the scene With the coffee and cream And the copy machine's not working She's a hell of a girl She's alone in the world And she likes to say hey good lookin She's on her way She's taking a sick day soon And here is the man pushing paper past her Thinks up ways to make the day go faster But the day goes on and on He dreams of his lawn And all about the pretty careerist the next cube over The fat secretary, the lunchtime lover Til the PATH train finally comes The platform's full of bums again And she's making the scene With the coffee and cream And the copy machine's not working She's a hell of a girl She's alone in the world And she likes to say hey good lookin She's on her way She's taking a sick day soon And she's taking her time As she's tossing a dime At the man in the cardboard coffin It doesn't have to be fine She's ahead of the line And doesn't have to be here too often She's making a play She's taking a sick day soon