Track Insight / Lyrics
You watch the platform crack and peel
Where diesel fumes and paper heal
Your whiskers catch the sodium glow
While timetables bend and bow
Station cat, you own the night
Turn peeling paint to golden light
No ticket punched, no fare to pay
Just purr the blues the old-fashioned way
You know the rhythm of the rails
The midnight mail that never fails
A paperback beneath your paw
Keeps Sunday's sermon safe from law
Station cat, you own the night
Turn peeling paint to golden light
No ticket punched, no fare to pay
Just purr the blues the old-fashioned way
The conductor tips his cap to you
You've seen the rust break through the blue
Each arrival, each goodbye
Reflected in your amber eye
Station cat, you own the night
Turn peeling paint to golden light
No ticket punched, no fare to pay
Just purr the blues the old-fashioned way
The depot clock froze nineteen-two
But you keep time with purrs so true
A moth-eaten seat, a cracked spine tome
You make this ruin feel like home
Rain hammers on the tin roof skin
You stretch, you yawn, you let it in
No destination, no final stop
Just warmth that rises, drop by drop
Morning brings the commuter crush
But you just blink and hush, just hush
The platform clears, the sun climbs high
You nap where shadows used to lie
Station cat, you own the night
Turn peeling paint to golden light
No ticket punched, no fare to pay
Just purr the blues the old-fashioned way
Yeah, purr them blues the old-fashioned way
Golden light...
Old-fashioned way...
