The last car sighs and pulls away
No footsteps left on tile today
A vintage frame leans against the wall
Chrome catches light in the empty hall
Platform bike waits through the night
No rider comes to claim the seat
The tunnel holds its breath till light
Wheels stay still on concrete street
Salt air once kissed these rubber tires
Now underground the current fires
The basket carries sand and shell
Stories only sea can tell
Platform bike waits through the night
No rider comes to claim the seat
The tunnel holds its breath till light
Wheels stay still on concrete street
Lighthouse lens would sweep the bay
Now fluorescents fade to gray
The keeper watches waits records
Silent as the resting boards
Morning train will shake the floor
Wheels will turn and ride once more
But for now the metal sleeps
Dreams of cliffs and crashing deeps
Handlebars wear the grip of years
Salt and sweat and silent tears
Bell still rings a salty tone
Calling sailors far from home
Platform bike waits through the night
No rider comes to claim the seat
The tunnel holds its breath till light
Wheels stay still on concrete street
Dawn paints gold on platform stone
Bike remains but not alone
Keeper nods his watch complete
Tide returns to move the street
Platform bike waits through the night
No rider comes to claim the seat
The tunnel holds its breath till light
Wheels stay still on concrete street
Steel rests where the rails go cold
Lamp still burns at morning light
Tide turns with the coming day
