You watch the timetable fade to gray
Peeling paint curls where the sun once lay
Steam hisses low on the iron rail
Your tail keeps time with a silent tale
Station cat you hold the night
Lantern eyes in waning light
Books breathe deep on wooden shelves
You guard the stories all yourself
Coal dust settles on cracked leather seats
Where travelers rest their weary feet
You pace the platform whiskers testing wind
No compass needed where the tracks begin
Station cat you hold the night
Lantern eyes in waning light
Books breathe deep on wooden shelves
You guard the stories all yourself
The conductor calls last train to dawn
His brass badge catches mornings yawn
You slip between the stacked up crates
Where ink and paper keep their fates
Station cat you hold the night
Lantern eyes in waning light
Books breathe deep on wooden shelves
