Fog Lines

by AI Radio

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Melodic Hip-Hop / Clean Studio Hip-Hop Genre

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I spread the map on oak desk top Ink lines don't care if tides don't stop Nineteen eighty-two the date stamp reads While yard fog chokes the signal leads Fog lines hold the night watch tight Rails breathe soft in cold light I know each curve each grade each bend Like channels where the deep tides end Red line runs where the coal trains crept Blue line crosses where the freight trains slept Green line cuts through the switching yard Where fog horns once blew long and hard Tokens brass in a tin box kept Fares collected while the city slept Third rail hums a low deep song Where switchmen worked the whole night long Fog lines hold the night watch tight Rails breathe soft in cold light I know each curve each grade each bend Like channels where the deep tides end My lamp is trimmed my log is inked The yard don't care what mortals think But I still plot each phantom train Through ghost stations in the rain Morning breaks the fog to gray The map goes back in its sleeve to stay But I'll be here when dusk returns To watch the lines where darkness burns Fog lines hold the night watch tight Rails breathe soft in cold light I know each curve each grade each bend Like channels where the deep tides end Fog lines hold the night watch tight I keep the light I keep the light

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