City trains and street vendors

[Verse] Underneath the city lights, where the hooligans paint the street, There's a subway hummin' softly, a distant beat. Lost in the sea of faces, with eyes that never meet, I find a piece of country, in this urban heat. [Verse 2] The clatter of the subway, a lullaby of steel, While graffiti walls whisper the secrets that we feel. The scent of roasted chestnuts from a cart around the block, Friendly street vendors waving, offering treats and hearty stock. [Chorus] Oh, the city's full of stories down in the underground, Bright lights and subway nights, where dreams are tightly wound. From the vendor's smiling face to the tunes the buskers play, In a world that has become my home, I found a place to stay. [Verse 3] Riding through the tunnels, in a car that's dimly lit, The rhythm of the city is a tune that seems to fit. From Broadway's dazzle to Harlem's soulful beat, Every stop a chapter, a new chance to meet. [Verse 4] Corner stands with pretzels, and coffee carts awake, The city's pulse keeps throbbing with each dawn it takes. Through the hustle and the bustle, in each stranger's step I see, A piece of human kindness in this city of concrete. [Chorus] Oh, the city's full of stories down in the underground, Bright lights and subway nights, where dreams are tightly wound. From the vendor's smiling face to the tunes the buskers play, In a world that has become my home, I found a place to stay.