Yellow tiles feel your boot heels drag
Fluorescent buzz sings your tired tag
Logbook rides in your canvas bag
Diesel ghost on your flannel rag
Underground parking for eighteen wheels
Concrete pillow where the driver kneels
No CB static down here to heal
Just platform wisdom made of steel
Thermos steam rises through cracked screen doors
Same order every night before
Black coffee two sugars no more
Kitchen's closed at this downtown store
Underground parking for eighteen wheels
Concrete pillow where the driver kneels
No CB static down here to heal
Just platform wisdom made of steel
Tiles know the tread of size thirteen
Midnight hum where the trains have been
Rubber meets concrete caught between
Short joke served with a greasy grin
Underground parking for eighteen wheels
Concrete pillow where the driver kneels
No CB static down here to heal
Just platform wisdom made of steel
First train shakes dust from the I-beam spine
Driver stands on the yellow line
Cab waits topside running on time
Platform clears for the morning grind
Underground parking for eighteen wheels
Concrete pillow where the driver kneels
No CB static down here to heal
Just platform wisdom made of steel
Steel wheels upstairs rubber soul real
Next shift same station same deal
