Cold steel rails and a concrete floor
I can't find the open door
Counting tiles in a faded row
Watching all the late trains go
Tugboat diesel and salt in my skin
Where the harbor tide rolls in
I track the steps of a ghost in the hall
Waiting for the morning call
Step by step in the hollow light
Walking through the New York night
Hold the line till the sun breaks through
I am waiting here for you
Snapshot flash of a yellow coat
Heavy as a sinking boat
Thirty paces to the platform edge
Standing on a narrow ledge
Step by step in the hollow light
Walking through the New York night
Hold the line till the sun breaks through
I am waiting here for you
The iron hum is a heavy sound
Deep below the frozen ground
Push the weight of the winter air
Find a reason to stay right there
Copper wires and a rusted beam
Waking from a midnight scheme
I see the city in a grainy blur
Everything is just a whir
Buses hiss on the rainy street
Rhythm of a thousand feet
I keep the count on a crumpled page
Like a bird inside a cage
Step by step in the hollow light
Walking through the New York night
Hold the line till the sun breaks through
I am waiting here for you
Just one more step to the line
Everything will be just fine
The Third AM Beat.
