Track Insight / Lyrics
On midnight streets you prowl, moonless nights your game
Coffee stains on faded jeans, shadows cast your name
Up a crumbling staircase worn, worn like peeling paint
The depot's heartbeat echoes, an old rhythm you can't abate
Each click of the projector start, a fleeting waltz in the dark
In the flicker of rewound films, your story arc
You wait in secret, a mystery, poised for a dance unseen
When the last train rolls away, the depot's pulsing machine
The siren's call of the silent rails, a melancholy refrain
Carrying dreams through the night, on steel girders insane
In the hollow of the depot's shell, a guardian of silence untold
An unseen thespian orchestrates, scripts and embellishes
Each click of the projector start, a fleeting waltz in the dark
In the flicker of rewound films, your story arc
You wait in secret, a mystery, poised for a dance unseen
When the last train rolls away, the depot's pulsing machine
Static crackles in the old speakers, a signal to awake
The hum of machinery trembles, a predator begins to make
Its presence known, a build-up tension in the air
Until the final act commences, a crescendo beyond compare
The lights dim, darkness envelops, a moment of profound still
Then the projector roars to life, a complicit thrill
In the haunting glow of the screen, your characters unfold
The story's climax, an intimate portrayal of the heart of gold
The last frame fades, the credits roll, a job well done
Your duty at the depot ends as
the first rays of dawn have won
The epoch of the midnight shift, the solitude begins to wane
As you move on to the next scene, the paint peeling, the tracks remain.
