Silver Train
By Raymond Livingston
Woke up spinning, another sunburned city dream
Vintage sneakers pounding on the concrete seams
A million faces weaving through the radio rain
Paint-stained hands, I’m chasing after yesterday’s train
Flip the script, crash the scene
Zero to a hundred like a movie reel
Color runs red, green, and gold
I’m taking off before the story’s told
Ride the waves, don’t look down
High above the static of this crowded town
Shout my name, through the haze
I’ll be flying by the window of your silver train
Everybody’s running for the next big fix
Neon jackets, pocket change, dirty tricks
Corner poet singing with a bottle of blue
Truth or dare, babe—I’m risking it all for you
Flip the script, crash the scene
Zero to a hundred like a movie reel
Crack the code on midnight roads
We’re lighting fires where nobody knows
Ride the waves, don’t look down
High above the static of this crowded town
Shout my name, through the haze
I’ll be flying by the window of your silver train
So take a picture, take your time
Every broken line’s a chance to shine
From the rooftops I’ll proclaim
Even in the noise, I will know your name
Ride the waves, don’t look down
High above the static of this crowded town
Shout my name, through the haze
I’ll be flying by the window of your silver train
