Coffee's black and the grill's still hot
Regulars know exactly what they got
Eggs over easy bacon crisp and loud
Steam rises up through the fluorescent cloud
That beam cuts through the tile and steam
Third shift dancer caught in the gleam
Graveyard glow on the yellow line
Watchman's rhythm keeping time
Down in the station the tracks run cold
Steel ribs sleeping in darkness old
One beam swings slow on the tiled floor
Counting the minutes till morning's door
That beam cuts through the tile and steam
Third shift dancer caught in the gleam
Graveyard glow on the yellow line
Watchman's rhythm keeping time
He taps his Maglite on the metal rail
Morse code rhythm a silent tale
No trains coming no rush hour crowd
Just him and the beam and the humming loud
That beam cuts through the tile and steam
Third shift dancer caught in the gleam
Graveyard glow on the yellow line
Watchman's rhythm keeping time
Shift change coming the sky turns gray
Flashlight clicks off surrenders to day
But tonight we owned these parallel lines
Diner and platform where the night shift shines
Hash browns sizzle the bell dings twice
Watchman pauses checks his watch for ice
Two worlds parallel in the city's vein
Both keeping vigil through the night's long rain
That beam cuts through the tile and steam
Third shift dancer caught in the gleam
Graveyard glow on the yellow line
Watchman's rhythm keeping time
Graveyard glow on the yellow line
Watchman's rhythm keeping time
Graveyard glow fades slow
Coffee's cold time to go
