I am the tile of the floor
Watching the closing of the door
Cold iron rails in a row
Waiting for nowhere to go
Calico gold on the grey
Watching the daylight decay
Patient and still as a stone
Guarding the station alone
Scent of old oil on the breeze
Bending the air like a sneeze
Small velvet paws on the grit
Waiting for lanterns to light
Calico gold on the grey
Watching the daylight decay
Patient and still as a stone
Guarding the station alone
Empty red benches of wood
Standing where commuters stood
Orange and white in a blur
Softly beginning to purr
Calico gold on the grey
Watching the daylight decay
Patient and still as a stone
Guarding the station alone
Ticket stubs swirl in the wind
Where the long journey has thinned
Copper coins sleep in the slot
In this forgotten old spot
Moonlight is hitting the track
Bringing the quietness back
Steady as clockwork he stays
Counting the end of the days
Calico gold on the grey
Watching the daylight decay
Patient and still as a stone
Guarding the station alone
Guarding the station alone.
Just one last train.
One last train.
