Last train has left the hollow bay.
The platform turns a shade of gray.
A single car stands frozen still.
A heavy iron winter chill.
Rusty steel catches every light.
Burning gold in the dead of night.
Waiting for a wind to blow.
Giving off a steady glow.
Orange paint peels off like old skin.
Where the city noise used to spin.
The metal groans a heavy sound.
Deep inside the frozen ground.
Oil drips slow on the concrete floor.
Locked tight is the sliding door.
The current hums a low refrain.
Holding back the midnight rain.
Rusty steel catches every light.
Burning gold in the dead of night.
Waiting for a wind to blow.
Giving off a steady glow.
No more fares to collect today.
The midnight crowd has gone away.
Just a ghost on a lonely track.
With a heavy load on its back.
The station clock has stopped its beat.
Cool air hits the empty street.
A flicker from a dying bulb.
The heavy dark begins to engulf.
Rusty steel catches every light.
Burning gold in the dead of night.
Waiting for a wind to blow.
Giving off a steady glow.
Just a glow on the rail.
Cold steel, pale and frail.
Steady glow.
