Track Insight / Lyrics
Empty platform, cold and gray,
Another midnight slips away.
Just the echo of a fading sound,
Where lost reflections can be found.
Grease still clinging to my hands, Coffee steaming, understand?
Another order, another plea,
For something warm to set them free.
But I'm watching something strange tonight,
A golden glimmer in the fading light.
Brass and steel, a guiding gleam,
Lost in the tunnel, a forgotten dream.
Pointing upwards, past the track,
There's a whole universe we can't get back.
Brass and steel, a silent show,
Watching the city sleep below.
Old man Hemlock, takes his seat,
Same chipped mug, the same sweet treat.
Says he sees ghosts in the passing train,
Whispers stories of joy and pain.
He doesn't notice what I see,
This telescope pointed just for me.
Brass and steel, a guiding gleam,
Lost in the tunnel, a forgotten dream.
Pointing upwards, past the track,
There's a whole universe we can't get back.
Brass and steel, a silent show,
Watching the city sleep below.
Each departing headlight's flare,
Paints the darkness with despair.
But this telescope cuts through the haze,
Shows constellations in a dizzying maze.
A secret garden, built of night,
Hidden from the morning light.
Brass and steel, a guiding gleam,
Lost in the tunnel, a forgotten dream.
Pointing upwards, past the track,
There's a whole universe we can't get back.
Brass and steel, a silent show,
Watching the city sleep below.
Young Maria, hurried and bright,
Chasing shadows in the fading light.
Dreams of Broadway, a hopeful plea,
Lost in the city, just like me.
She doesn't look up, doesn't know,
The worlds beyond the afterglow.
The last train gone, the platform still,
An empty promise, a lonely thrill.
This little scope, my private prize,
A universe reflected in tired eyes.
I trace the planets, one by one,
Until the darkness is overcome.
Another hour, starts to creep,
Lost in slumber, fast asleep.
The city breathes, a muffled sigh,
Beneath the starlight in the sky.
And I'm still here, watching it all,
Behind this telescope, standing tall.
Brass and steel, a guiding gleam,
Lost in the tunnel, a forgotten dream.
Pointing upwards, past the track,
There's a whole universe we can't get back.
Brass and steel, a silent show,
Watching the city sleep below.
Cold and gray, the platform sleeps,
Secrets the subway always keeps.
Brass and steel, a fading sign,
A little magic, truly mine.
A little magic, truly mine.
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