Last train left the station floor
I can't find the exit door
Steel and iron, cold and gray
Watching all the crowds decay
Sown in the grit and the grime
Waiting on a better time
Like a seed in a sidewalk crack
I am never going back
You stand there with heavy eyes
Underneath the subway skies
Syllables of Latin names
Burning like a low blue flame
Sown in the grit and the grime
Waiting on a better time
Like a seed in a sidewalk crack
I am never going back
Monstera grows in a pot
This old platform is the spot
I can feel the soil move slow
Teaching every weed to grow
Sown in the grit and the grime
Waiting on a better time
Like a seed in a sidewalk crack
I am never going back
Bow the wood and pull the string
Hear the rusty metal ring
Patience is a root that binds
Tangled in the city lines
Dig a hole in the hard stone
Find a place to call my own
Water it with a single tear
Wait until the bloom is near
Hand me a coin or a light
Stay with me through the long night
Settle in the heavy loam
Call this hollow station home
Sown in the grit and the grime
Waiting on a better time
Like a seed in a sidewalk crack
I am never going back
Deep in the dirt
Deep in the low
Just let it grow
Rooted and slow
