You step off the last downtown train
Rain slicks the tile a silver vein
Shutter snaps the empty bench row
Pocket watch ticks soft and slow
Brass hands wait on the platform floor
Three AM keeps its quiet war
Time holds breath in a metal case
You frame the stillness leave no trace
Fluorescent flicker paints your cheek
Voices gone no station shriek
Lens catches dust in frozen air
Watch chain glints a copper hair
Brass hands wait on the platform floor
Three AM keeps its quiet war
Time holds breath in a metal case
You frame the stillness leave no trace
Your thumb winds crown a habit born
Second hand sweeps past the worn
Click the aperture swallows night
Watch face glows a ghostly light
Brass hands wait on the platform floor
Three AM keeps its quiet war
Time holds breath in a metal case
You frame the stillness leave no trace
No train comes no crowd arrives
Just you and gears and parallel lives
The city sleeps above the grate
You capture time you capture fate
Dawn bleeds gray on tunnel wall
Watch still ticks you hear the call
Final frame hands at quarter three
Brass witness to what used to be
Brass hands wait on the platform floor
Three AM keeps its quiet war
Time holds breath in a metal case
You frame the stillness leave no trace
Brass hands wait they always wait
You click the shutter seal the fate
Shutter clicks train roars light
Watch ticks on through endless night
