My meter reads the morning frost
The blade leans cold on tiled ground
No passenger to pay the cost
Just silence on the downtown bound
Steel kisses rain on platform three
Where commuter boots have worn the stone
No squire left to polish me
I ride the dark routes on my own
Rust on the rails claims knight and crown
Wheel and hammer spin me down
Rust on the rails won't ask the why
Just turns the gear and grease the sky
The dispatch crackles through the grate
A voice asks where I parked the car
I smile at keys I lost to fate
Beneath the fluorescing star
Rust on the rails claims knight and crown
Wheel and hammer spin me down
Rust on the rails won't ask the why
Just turns the gear and grease the sky
Twenty years of midnight fares
Etched in vinyl smoke and steel
Now the broadsword catches air
Rust becomes the only seal
A cleaner sweeps the dust aside
Her broom sings soft on concrete floor
She sees the knight but not the pride
Just metal sleeping by the door
The first train shakes the tunnel wall
I lift the hilt with callused hand
One more shift before the fall
The kingdom runs on scheduled land
Rust on the rails claims knight and crown
Wheel and hammer spin me down
Rust on the rails won't ask the why
Just turns the gear and grease the sky
Rust on the rails claims knight and crown
Wheel and hammer spin me down
Rust on the rails won't ask the why
Just turns the gear and grease the sky
Meter clicks the blade rests deep
Sleep comes cheap on downtown street
