You stand by the rusted rail
Your old polaroid looks pale
The tiles are a dirty white
Underneath a flickering light
Humming a tune for the ghost of the track
Counting the miles till the feeling comes back
Gold on the bow and a scratch on the wood
Singing the songs that we all understood
You watch as the velvet bow
Makes the heavy metal glow
The platform is empty and wide
With nowhere left for you to hide
You click on a shutter speed
Capturing the only need
A smudge of a charcoal grey
Before the morning turns to day
Humming a tune for the ghost of the track
Counting the miles till the feeling comes back
Gold on the bow and a scratch on the wood
Singing the songs that we all understood
Steel on the line is a frozen blue
Waiting for something to carry you through
Heavy the beat of a low humming bass
Finding a home in this hollowed out space
You lean on the concrete wall
Waiting for the final call
The rhythm is steady and deep
While the rest of the city will sleep
Humming a tune for the ghost of the track
Counting the miles till the feeling comes back
Gold on the bow and a scratch on the wood
Singing the songs that we all understood
Just one more snap of the lens
Where the long subway tunnel ends Humming the tune
Humming the tune
