He walks the tile where the steel rails sing
His oculars burn like a lantern's ring
No train will come till the morning light
He watches dark with a netrunner's sight
Data streams like a foggy tide
He rides the code where the secrets hide
The platform hums with a ghostly sound
Glowing eyes on the empty track
Salt in the wire there's no turning back
He's a keeper of storms in a digital sea
Waiting for waves that will never be
Fingers flicker on a deck worn smooth
Salt-crusted keys in a midnight groove
The upright bass walks a steady line
Pedal steel cries like a gull's whine
Code breaks white on a black screen shore
He's seen the wrecks of the cyber war
The platform hums with a ghostly sound
Glowing eyes on the empty track
Salt in the wire there's no turning back
He's a keeper of storms in a digital sea
Waiting for waves that will never be
Harmonica breathes in the tunnel's throat
A lighthouse beam from a subnet note
He charts the deep where the firewalls stand
With a weathered hand on a chrome command
The last train gone like an exhale's ghost
He stands apart from the morning host
No harbor lights for a soul like him
Just the rhythm deep in the dim
Glowing eyes on the empty track
Salt in the wire there's no turning back
He's a keeper of storms in a digital sea
Waiting for waves that will never be
Dawn paints the tiles in a pale gold wash
He logs the watch with a quiet hush
The oculars dim as the sun climbs high
A phantom rider on a silent sky
Glowing eyes on the empty track
Salt in the wire there's no turning back
He's a keeper of storms in a digital sea
Waiting for waves that will never be
Spring reverb fades on the platform stone
The lantern's out he walks alone
