Three a.m. and the grill is hot
I'm stirring grease in a blackened pot
A guy walks in with a silver chain
He looks like he's been out in the rain
Hanging high on a steel wire sleep
Promises that he couldn't keep
Down in the tunnel where the air is cold
A story that never quite got told
He's got a harness and a heavy boot
A faded patch on a denim suit
He tells me how the platform felt so small
Just a thin line before the long fall
Hanging high on a steel wire sleep
Promises that he couldn't keep
Down in the tunnel where the air is cold
A story that never quite got told
He saw the third rail and the yellow light
A sudden spark in the dead of night
Tangled up in the copper and rust
Slipping away in a cloud of dust
Hanging high on a steel wire sleep
Promises that he couldn't keep
Down in the tunnel where the air is cold
A story that never quite got told
The regulars know how the story goes
The way the midnight wind always blows
He drinks his brew with a steady hand
A stranger lost in a concrete land
The clock on the wall is a broken gear
The same old song that I always hear
One slip of the wrist and the world goes black
There is no road that can lead him back
I flip the burger and I pour the cream
Life is a blur like a fever dream
He pays his tab with a copper dime
Just a man killing a little time
Hanging high on a steel wire sleep
Promises that he couldn't keep
Down in the tunnel where the air is cold
A story that never quite got told
Just a steel wire sleep.
Keep the coffee black.
(Sharp bass snap)
