Brown plastic case on a concrete floor
Left by a ghost at the transit door
Tangled white ribbon and a broken shell
Riding the rhythm of a subway spell
Plastic magnetic soul in the grime
Waiting for someone to rewind the time
Spinning in circles on a cold gray track
Praying for a hand to bring the music back
Coffee stains dried on a paper sleeve
Written in ink that the damp won't leave
Steel rails are humming with a midnight moan
Left in the tunnel and left all alone
Plastic magnetic soul in the grime
Waiting for someone to rewind the time
Spinning in circles on a cold gray track
Praying for a hand to bring the music back
Wind from the tunnel blows a salty breeze
Hiding the secrets with a rhythmic ease
Old copper coins in a rusted grate
Holding a song while the commuters wait
Plastic magnetic soul in the grime
Waiting for someone to rewind the time
Spinning in circles on a cold gray track
Praying for a hand to bring the music back
Tape is a stretch and the hiss is loud
Lost in the wake of a vanished crowd
Screech of the brake and a flicker of light
Holding the line through the dead of the night
Dirty blue tiles and a flickering bulb
Hungry for sound that the city will gulp
One last vibration of a distant train
Washing the platform in a sudden rain
Plastic magnetic soul in the grime
Waiting for someone to rewind the time
Spinning in circles on a cold gray track
Praying for a hand to bring the music back
Just a plastic soul.
Keep it rolling slow. (Heavy foot-thump)
Let it go.
