Track Insight / Lyrics
I rode the bus from Garland Street
With a camera and two left feet
Every platform looks the same
Concrete ghosts and flickering frames
You count the minutes, I count the doors
The rust is creeping through the floors
Last train rust, the platform hums
I hold the reel till morning comes
Last train rust, the signals fade
I'm the picture nobody made
You thread the film through cold machine
Projecting lives you've never seen
The bulb burns low, the sprockets grind
A thousand faces left behind
You smell the oil, I smell the rain
The tunnels swallow up the lane
Last train rust, the platform hums
I hold the reel till morning comes
Last train rust, the signals fade
I'm the picture nobody made
I slept on benches, learned to run
From every town I'm not from
My pockets full of ticket stubs
My jacket stained with city grubs
Hold the frame, don't let it slip
The reel is shaking in my grip
One more showing, one more light
Before the rust takes back the night
Last train rust, the platform hums
I hold the reel till morning comes
Last train rust, the signals fade
I'm the picture nobody made
The turnstile clicks, the rats all scatter
Nothing here was meant to matter
But I still load and I still crank
A movie spinning till it's blank
Last train rust, the platform hums
I hold the reel till morning comes
Last train rust, the signals fade
We're the picture somebody made
Snap the shutter, catch the flash
Silver car goes rolling past
Last train rust
