You count the coins from midnight fares
The meter clicks down empty stairs
Your thermos steam paints ghostly signs
On frost-bitten vinyl lines
The platform yawns with steel teeth bare
No footsteps left to catch the air
Just rattling chains and fading red
The city sleeps inside your head
Rocking the last train into dawn
The night shift ends the shadows gone
Your chair keeps time with brakes that groan
King of concrete wooden throne
You wiped the dash at three AM
The gambler's chips cashed out for them
The night shift nurse the gambler's grin
All swallowed where the tunnels begin
The platform yawns with steel teeth bare
No footsteps left to catch the air
Just rattling chains and fading red
The city sleeps inside your head
Rocking the last train into dawn
The night shift ends the shadows gone
Your chair keeps time with brakes that groan
King of concrete wooden throne
Your knuckles map the avenues
You know each crack and faded hues
The dispatcher's crackle dead and gone
You're the monarch of the lawn
Rocking the last train into dawn
The night shift ends the shadows gone
Your chair keeps time with brakes that groan
King of concrete wooden throne
Pigeons roost on signal lights
Coos syncopate the coming nights
You tune the Telecaster's gleam
Arpeggios stitch the broken seam
Rocking the last train into dawn
The night shift ends the shadows gone
Your chair keeps time with brakes that groan
King of concrete wooden throne
Dawn bleeds gold on rusted rail
The schedule fails the shadows pale
One last fare waits invisible
You rock the platform mythical
Rocking the last train into dawn
The night shift ends the shadows gone
Your chair keeps time with brakes that groan
King of concrete wooden throne
Rocking the last train home
Creak slow old wood hold the line
The city wakes you're doing fine
