You stand still on the concrete floor
Waiting by the sliding door
Cold wind bites through your thin gray coat
Dry salt taste in your tired throat
Coffee steam hits the midnight air
Static clings to your messy hair
Empty tracks and a rusted rail
Pale light makes the station frail
You are the anchor in the deep
While the city falls fast asleep
Heavy iron and a steady beat
Holding ground on a lonely street
Tiled walls keep the humming sound
Deep below the frozen ground
One last train on a distant line
Counting ticks on a broken sign
You are the anchor in the deep
While the city falls fast asleep
Heavy iron and a steady beat
Holding ground on a lonely street
Break the chain and let it go
Feel the river start to flow
Lift the weight from off your chest
Give the weary spirit rest
Old man nods with a heavy bag
Tattered sleeve and a denim rag
Short jokes told to a ghost in line
Drinking water like it was wine
Screech of steel and a sudden glare
Electric heat in the heavy air
Step inside as the doors slide tight
Leaving behind the hollow night
You are the anchor in the deep
While the city falls fast asleep
Heavy iron and a steady beat
Holding ground on a lonely street
Hold it down, hold it down.
Now we're moving.
Hold it down.
