Track Insight / Lyrics
Fog rolls in on Lexington
The stairs exhale a cold wet breath
I've watched the dawn from Babylon
To Coney Island, facing death
The Hammond groans, a low tide pull
The slide guitar cries gull and hull
Your tires hiss on wet cement
The organ swells, the night is spent
Three AM, I hold the line
You spin the dark, the wheels keep time
The lamp burns steady, salt and brine
Your shadow cuts the tile design
Your fixed gear clicks, a metronome
No helmet, jeans cuffed at the chain
I've weathered storms off Montauk foam
And watched the keepers go insane
The Hammond groans, a low tide pull
The slide guitar cries gull and hull
Your tires hiss on wet cement
The organ swells, the night is spent
Three AM, I hold the line
You spin the dark, the wheels keep time
The lamp burns steady, salt and brine
Your shadow cuts the tile design
The harp blows wild, a foghorn low
Bent notes on draw, then pushed to blow
I trimmed the wick through forty year
Now watch you disappear, appear
No log book here, no oil to trim
Just tile and steel and tires on rim
But every keeper knows the cost
Of watching light when all is lost
Three AM, I hold the line
You spin the dark, the wheels keep time
The lamp burns steady, salt and brine
Your shadow cuts the tile design
The express roars, a beast of air
Your track stand holds, you do not care
I'll tend this beam till morning gray
Then walk the rocks, salt in my spray
Three AM, I hold the line
You spin the dark, the wheels keep time
The lamp burns steady, salt and brine
Your shadow cuts the tile design
Three AM, the lamp holds fast
You ride the dark, I watch, at last
