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[Intro] [Verse] Clock strikes twelve, the bell rings Lace up the boots, small things Vinyl crackle on the PA system I see the ghosts, I don't miss 'em Heavy luggage, light hearts, moving carts This is where the midnight journey starts My spine is a crane, ignoring the pain Dancing through the terminal, dodging the rain Smoky piano loops, jumping through hoops While the city sleeps in quiet groups [Pre-Chorus] Maybe they don't see the man Working with a steady hand Maybe they don't hear the sound Of wheels turning on the ground [Chorus] I'm the ghost in the terminal hall I catch the bags before they fall No spotlight, just the neon glow Watching the city come and go Yeah, I keep the rhythm steady Always waiting, always ready [Hook] Stack the weight, clear the gate Never early, never late Keep it moving, keep it smooth Find that midnight skycap groove [Verse] Suit and tie, looking through me He’s stressed, thinking he can school me I just nod, grab the heavy load One more mile on this marble road Saw a kid, eyes wide, feeling scared Reached in my pocket, let him know I cared Gave him a Jolly Rancher, blue and sweet Small victory on a lonely street Dry wit for the pilot in the line "Coffee's blacker than your flight time" [Post-Chorus] Stack the weight, clear the gate Never early, never late Keep it moving, keep it smooth Find that midnight skycap groove [Solo] (Turntable scratches of 1960s vocal snippets over a D minor jazz piano loop) [Bridge] Static, automatic, purely cinematic The way I handle panic is systematic From the curbside to the conveyor belt I’ve seen every hand that’s ever been dealt Lost tags, broken bags, tattered rags Life moves in circles, nobody lags Just a tip and a nod, that's the odd Relationship with a terminal god [Break] (Bassline solo with heavy vinyl crackle) [Verse] Leather grip, weather-beaten skin This is where the real work begins Managing the damage, stacking the baggage Living on the edge of a minimum vantage But I take pride in the heavy lift Working through the graveyard shift No forced ending, no grand design Just another tag on the finish line The piano fades, the snare stays tight Walking back into the neon light [Chorus] I'm the ghost in the terminal hall I catch the bags before they fall No spotlight, just the neon glow Watching the city come and go Yeah, I keep the rhythm steady Always waiting, always ready [Outro]
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