Track Insight / Lyrics
You lean against the tiled wall
Wait for the midnight train to call
Your yellow cab is parked outside
Where the city currents collide
Oh, the third rail hums a heavy song
Where the tired souls all belong
Keep your head up, keep your spirit gold
In a city that is grey and cold
The coffee in your paper cup
Sips of brown till the sun comes up
Your knuckles ache from the steering wheel
The grinding sound of the rusted steel
You watch the empty platform glare
Cold wind biting through your winter wear
You remember how the hymns would sound
Before the concrete owned the ground
Oh, the third rail hums a heavy song
Where the tired souls all belong
Keep your head up, keep your spirit gold
In a city that is grey and cold
One more fare to pay the rent
Every single penny spent
But you stand tall in the dim blue light
Winning the battle of the night
The distant whistle starts to moan
You are here but you are not alone
A nod of heads in the early haze
Walking through the urban maze
Oh, the third rail hums a heavy song
Where the tired souls all belong
Keep your head up, keep your spirit gold
In a city that is grey and cold
Hold the line, hold the line
Everything will be just fine
Hold the line.
