Meter running on the night shift
Fog rolling off the avenue
Saw a man in silver vest
Balancing on platform two
He stepped from wires to the tile
Where the trains don't run no more
Gravity changed its mind tonight
Twenty stories to the floor
Walking the subway tightrope
Where the underground winds blow
No net to catch the falling
Just steel and glass below
Passenger side door stayed shut
Meter clicked to forty-three
He walked the yellow line like silk
Dead rails beneath his feet
He stepped from wires to the tile
Where the trains don't run no more
Gravity changed its mind tonight
Twenty stories to the floor
Walking the subway tightrope
Where the underground winds blow
No net to catch the falling
Just steel and glass below
Rain tapped the windshield like a code
Wipers swept the midnight grime
He didn't look down, didn't sway
Just time and balance, doing time
My cab smells like cigarettes and diesel
My knees ache when the pressure drops
But he made the underground look easy
Like flying never has to stop
Walking the subway tightrope
Where the underground winds blow
No net to catch the falling
Just steel and glass below
Blue lights cut the tunnel dark
Two uniforms came down the stairs
He tipped an imaginary hat
Vanished into morning air
Walking the subway tightrope
Where the underground winds blow
No net to catch the falling
Just steel and glass below
Meter off, engine cooling down
Subway tightrope, lost and found
