Track Insight / Lyrics
A rusted frame leans on a wall
The subway tiles are white and tall
Three in the morning, cold and grey
Waiting for someone to start the day
The midnight train has left the track
The empty station won't look back
One silver bell, a frozen chime
Counting the rhythm, killing the time
Steel frame counting every slow pace
Watching the ghost of a tired face
Bicycle wheels in a heavy spin
Where the city ends and the dreams begin
A leather seat with a jagged tear
Floating inside the heavy air
The rubber tires hum a low song
While the lonely hours drag along
The midnight train has left the track
The empty station won't look back
One silver bell, a frozen chime
Counting the rhythm, killing the time
Steel frame counting every slow pace
Watching the ghost of a tired face
Bicycle wheels in a heavy spin
Where the city ends and the dreams begin
A yellow ticket on the floor
Sliding away toward the open door
The metal spokes catch a sliver of light
Cutting a hole in the belly of night
Step by step on the concrete stone
A heavy heart walking all alone
No one is here to witness the glow
Just the red signal telling him go
Steel frame counting every slow pace
Watching the ghost of a tired face
Bicycle wheels in a heavy spin
Where the city ends and the dreams begin
The copper bell gives a sudden ring
Like a small bird trying hard to sing
The paint is peeling in shades of blue
Waiting for something to feel brand new
Steel frame counting every slow pace
Watching the ghost of a tired face
Bicycle wheels in a heavy spin
Where the city ends and the dreams begin
Counting the beats, one two three. Steel frame counting.
Just a slow spin.
