I am just a concrete floor
Watching trains roll through the door
Grease and coffee on the wind
Where the city limits end
Hold on to the yellow light
Keep your pale wings out of sight
Wait until the morning glow
Where the quiet rivers flow
You landed on my gray stone skin
Where the subway drafts begin
Small and shaking in the draft
While the distant city laughed
Hold on to the yellow light
Keep your pale wings out of sight
Wait until the morning glow
Where the quiet rivers flow
One last rider walked on by
With a heavy, tired sigh
He paused beside your dusty wing
And he started softly to sing
Hold on to the yellow light
Keep your pale wings out of sight
Wait until the morning glow
Where the quiet rivers flow
The steel rails are frozen black
No more trains are coming back
Just a moment, warm and near
Wiping away every fear
Now the sky is turning blue
And the world is waking new
Spread your wings and take the air
Leave the concrete station bare
Hold on to the yellow light
Keep your pale wings out of sight
Wait until the morning glow
Where the quiet rivers flow
Fly away to where it's warm.
Fly away from every storm.
Pale wings in the cold.
Pale wings in the cold.
