You watch the rusted metal rail
Your orange coat is thin and pale
The midnight wind begins to blow
You have no place left now to go
Waiting for the three a.m. train
Washing off the city grey rain
Calico on a concrete floor
Watching for an open steel door
You find a scrap of brown paper
The humid air begins to vapor
You lick a paw and close your eyes
Underneath the subway black skies
Waiting for the three a.m. train
Washing off the city grey rain
Calico on a concrete floor
Watching for an open steel door
A distant hum begins to shake
The sleepy station starts to wake
You stand your ground and hold your breath
While the city cheats a sudden death
Waiting for the three a.m. train
Washing off the city grey rain
Calico on a concrete floor
Watching for an open steel door
A stranger drops a piece of fish
You find a tiny golden wish
A sudden touch upon your head
A warmth that feels like a soft bed
The tunnel light begins to glow
A heavy rhythm starting slow
You feel the vibration in your bone
You don't have to wander alone
You leap inside the sliding gate
No longer left to lonely fate
The velvet seat is warm and wide
Now you have a place to hide
Waiting for the three a.m. train
Washing off the city grey rain
Calico on a concrete floor
Walking through that open steel door
Riding on the midnight line.
Finally doing just fine.
Just fine.
