Track Insight / Lyrics
Sparks skip from the platform tiles
Guitars hum beneath the signs
One bright coin in a paper fold
Two damp tracks where the cold wind rolls
I tapped my last song on the pipes
Three subway rats kept watch like snipes
The drummer clock struck half past nine
So I snapped my case and lined up mine
I wrapped my blue scarf twice and tight
Pulled silver strings across the night
A velvet mouse slept in my coat
While brake lights painted little boats
One last chord, then I close it down
Shoulder my guitar through the rumbling town
Catch the late train flashing gold
Pack it up and let the whole thing go
One last chord, then I close it down
Counting headlights while the wheels roll
A cop raised his flashlight like a cue
I jumped the turnstile, waved adieu
My harmonica coughed up smoky air
A woman tapped her dancing heel there
One last chord, then I close it down
Shoulder my guitar through the rumbling town
Catch the late train flashing gold
Pack it up and let the whole thing go
One last chord, then I close it down
Counting headlights while the wheels roll
Then the tunnel swallowed every sound
I held one note beneath the ground
Steel strings trembled in my chest
Like a small bright bird that found its rest
At Bleecker Street the drummer waved
I tossed a quarter, pocket saved
A mustard cart began to hum
The morning bread made everyone come
I stepped onto the bus with my case
A redhead singer sold me two seats of grace
She had a voice like diesel and smoke
So I gave her four bars and a chord
One last chord, then I close it down
Shoulder my guitar through the waking town
Catch the first bus turning gold
Pack it up and let the whole thing go
One last chord, then I close it down
Counting daylight while the wheels roll
One last chord, then I close it down
Leave a little melody for the road
Sun climbs through the window wide
My case taps a hopeful code outside
I'll play another town tonight
And keep the lost chords shining bright