Running On A Fence

Hold tight, you might just slip by
People watching everyday, I don't know why
No grip, no seats, it's just too full
People bothered by each other, it's a cheap thrill
All these people in a closet called a train car
All these people living with human error
Trying hard just to get off
They can't breathe in the steel drum
All these people 
All these people 
But in the end it all feels like we're running on a fence
It feels that way sometimes
Running on a fence 
Got no grip, I just keep slipping by
Time spent waiting for the wrong line
Watch the gap, infrastructure failure
Broken track, but you still paid the fare