Track Insight / Lyrics
I am the booth that hums and waits
Beneath the turnstiles, rusty gates
My glass is cracked, my paint is peeled
I guard a quiet, concrete field
You lean your shoulder on my side
A lighthouse keeper, nowhere to hide
I hold the cold, I hold the light
I watch you breathe through half the night
I hold the token, hold the strain
I keep you dry from subway rain
Your coat smells like a diesel fire
You left your post, you cut the wire
The harbor's gone, the beam is dead
You trade the ocean for instead
A platform bench, a metal seat
Where nobody and nothing meet
I saw the gulls leave in a row
I saw the tide forget to go
You packed the wick, you killed the flame
You walked away from what you came
And now you sit inside my frame
A keeper with no light to claim
I hold the cold, I hold the light
I watch you breathe through half the night
I hold the token, hold the strain
I keep you dry from subway rain
My slot is jammed, my sign is dim
But you still feed your quarters in
You press your forehead to my glass
And let the downtown local pass
The rats run wires through the wall
The ceiling drips, the sirens call
You count the tiles, you count the years
You count the things you left in tears
I am the box that keeps your fear
The only thing that holds you here
I hold the cold, I hold the light
I watch you breathe through half the night
I hold the token, hold the strain
I keep you dry from subway rain
My glass is cracked, my light is low
I let the 3 a.m. train go
