Boy on the Green Line (Live)

There once was a little boy On the train with his family Wasn't making any noise But he was smiling Looking out at the concrete On that subway car in Boston Reached for something he couldn't see Sudden fear as if he lost it Then his mom saved him and gave him his treasure One of those tourist traps A little lobster hat Sometimes I think I'd like to be More like the boy on the green line To see my own reflection and smile He gazed at himself in the glass People got off and on at Copley Touched his hat and he would laugh If they stated he wasn't watching Then his mom told him to pose with his treasure One of those tourist traps A little lobster hat Sometimes I think I'd like to be More like the boy on the green line To see my own reflection and smile I thought about that little boy Long after my stop Wonder if he still has that hat And when he took it off Sometimes I think I'd like to be More like the boy on the green line To see my own reflection and smile And sometime I think I might Be more like the boy on the green line See my own reflection and smile I'll see my own reflection and smile