Steel tracks hum a low hollow sound
Cold concrete is the only ground
A rusted can sits by the rail
Like a ghost or a broken sail
Pour the water on the dry stone floor
Wait for trains that don't come no more
Rust and iron in the 3am dew
I am waiting here alone for you
Oil stains on the white subway tile
I have walked for a weary mile
The handle is bent and the paint is thin
Let the quiet of the morning in
Pour the water on the dry stone floor
Wait for trains that don't come no more
Rust and iron in the 3am dew
I am waiting here alone for you
I kept the lamp lit through the gale
I watched the ships on a salty trail
Now I watch the city breathe a sigh
Underneath a heavy velvet sky
The wind on the coast was a jagged knife
The city is just a different life
One is a beacon on a rocky steep
One is a secret the tunnels keep
A single drop falls from the silver rim
The yellow station lights are growing dim
Left behind by a hand that let it go
While the midnight currents start to flow
Pour the water on the dry stone floor
Wait for trains that don't come no more
Rust and iron in the 3am dew
I am waiting here alone for you
Salty air and the scent of the brine
Cross the tracks in a jagged line
I will hold the watch till the sun is red
Until every lonely word is said
Pour the water on the dry stone floor
Wait for trains that don't come no more
Rust and iron in the 3am dew
I am waiting here alone for you
Just a rusted can.
Keep the light on.
Keep it bright.
