Concrete Archives

[Intro]
[Verse]
Clock strikes two, the platform glows.
Cold wind through the tunnel blows.
Shadows where the river flows.
Everything the city knows.
Dusty bags and rattle cans.
Tracing out my secret plans.
Working with these steady hands.
Meeting all the soul's demands.
[Pre-Chorus]
The rails begin to hum.
My fingers feeling numb.
The rhythm of the drum.
Is where I'm coming from.
[Chorus]
Writing history on the wall.
Standing tall before the fall.
Hear the neighborhood's loud call.
Giving life to one and all.
[Post-Chorus]
Dusty keys.
Soulful breeze.
Bring 'em to their knees.
In the deep freeze.
[Verse]
Faded photos, yellowed tape.
Giving every soul a shape.
Finding ways to just escape.
Leaving marks upon the landscape.
Old man Miller on the stoop.
Caught inside a rhythmic loop.
Watch the pigeons fly and swoop.
Members of the local group.
[Hook]
Check the stroke.
Watch the smoke.
Truth I spoke.
System broke.
[Bridge]
Fluorescent flicker, buzzing sound.
Deep within the hallowed ground.
Treasures that I finally found.
Where the heavy truths abound.
[Chorus]
Writing history on the wall.
Standing tall before the fall.
Hear the neighborhood's loud call.
Giving life to one and all.
[Verse]
Transit cops are on the prowl.
Hear the distant metal growl.
Hidden 'neath the winter cowl.
Writing with a jagged vowel.
Polaroids of faces gone.
Work until the break of dawn.
Move like a quiet pawn.
Till the final veil is drawn.
[Outro]