You lean your bike against the wall
Where the yellow tiles start to fall
The last train left an hour ago
And the midnight wind begins to blow
Slow rust on the silver rail
A heavy heart, a ghostly trail
You wait for a light that never glows
While the river of city traffic flows
Your chain is stiff and turning red
With all the words you never said
The platform is a concrete floor
And no one opens up the door
Slow rust on the silver rail
A heavy heart, a ghostly trail
You wait for a light that never glows
While the river of city traffic flows
A taxi driver knows the game
Every lonely face looks the same
You hold the handle with a grip
Watching the last few minutes slip
The copper coins are cold and thin
The winter air is soaking in
One more turn of the rusted wheel
The kind of cold you only feel
The schedule is a faded page
Like a bird inside a metal cage
You breathe the scent of oil and grease
Searching for a moment of peace
Slow rust on the silver rail
A heavy heart, a ghostly trail
You wait for a light that never glows
While the river of city traffic flows
The morning comes with grey and gold
A story that is getting old
You push the frame into the street
Listening to the rhythmic beat
Slow rust on the silver rail
A heavy heart, a ghostly trail
You wait for a light that never glows
While the river of city traffic flows
Just keep rolling.
Rust on the rail.
Fare's paid in full.
