Empty Platforms

(mmmmm) Midnight train sliding on a silver track

Empty seats, no looking back Streetlights fade to a distant glow

Where we head, only the shadows know

And the rhythm keeps on pulling me down

To the beating heart of this empty town

We ride the late-night line

Through the dark, we're doing fine

Just a spark in the concrete sky

Watch the city racing by (racing by)

Fading paint

on a station sign

Your hand resting close to mine

Quiet pulse of a sleeping grid

Remembering all the things we did

Late-night line

Watch the city racing by (ooh)