Track Insight / Lyrics
Guarding this corner, half-asleep in my chair
Patience the only currency I can share
When the subway's done and I'm the last in line
I stay until dawn, shifting the weight of the night
Station Keeper's coat flaps open, reveals a hassled soul
Battered compass in his pocket, compass still points to the whole
When all else seems lost and there's no train in sight
He finds solace in the shadows, riding out the night
Platform edges wear smooth, polished by countless feet
A city's heartbeat pulses beneath, an endless, syncopated beat
But darkness wraps around me like a cloak, soft and deep
The last light fades to nothing, and the night starts to seep
Not the last stop, not the final ride
Watching over the passengers, as they glide
Past the last stop, where the tracks fade from view
I'll stay and wait for the morning, 'til the city wakes anew
Wind whistles through the wires, an eerie lonely song
Lab-coat strangers hurry by, oblivious, as I linger long
Faded graffiti whispers secrets, of midnight thoughts and dreams
Dust motes settle on the platforms, like a city's earned esteem
Station echoes are my companions, as the hours slowly pass
I've seen it all from this corner, the city's darkened glass
But still I stay and watch, till the first light peeks through
Guarding the subway's final stop, where the city's heartbeat is true
Not the last stop, not the final ride
Watching over the passengers, as they glide
Past the last stop, where the tracks fade from view
I'll stay and wait for the morning, 'til the city wakes anew
Flickering lights caress my face, as the train finally pulls in
Strangers swarm the platforms, grabbing armfuls of warmth within
I watch them streaming past, towards the world beyond the glow
Daring to hope that somewhere, someone's waiting just to know
Not the last stop, not the final ride
Watching over the passengers, as they glide
Into the sunrise, where a new day's made
I'll stay and tend the platform, as the city's pulse is played
Station lights go dark, as morning slowly breaks
I pack up, then step into the day, awash in city streets
No ordinary commuter, but a guardian of the night
I'll be back before the neon whispers, under Edison's glimmering light.
