You lean against a cold white wall
Waiting for the train to call
Your boots are worn from miles of road
Carrying a heavy load
Oh the concrete tide is deep
While the city falls asleep
You are drifting far from home
In the tunnels all alone
The air is thick with salt and grease
Looking for a moment's peace
You see the rails like silver wire
Burning with a hidden fire
The clock is ticking on the beam
Lost inside a waking stream
You miss the wind upon the coast
The things that you desire most
Oh the concrete tide is deep
While the city falls asleep
You are drifting far from home
In the tunnels all alone
A distant horn begins to moan
A sound you have always known
It pulls you from the subway floor
Back to a wide and open door
You check your watch at half past three
Dreaming of the rolling sea
The steel arrives with one loud scream
Breaking through the midnight dream
Oh the concrete tide is deep
While the city falls asleep
You are drifting far from home
In the tunnels all alone
Roll on, roll on.
Concrete tide, take me home.
