
Oh-eight-fourteen, switching on the mute, Autopilot gliding in an iron suit. Wet umbrellas drip, but the sub-bass rolls, Forty-five strangers with suspended souls. Cold air outside, warm breath on the glass, Counting all the stations as the suburbs pass. Blue screen flickering against the damp wool sleeve, Too tired to stay, too late to leave. Drip from a canopy, puddle on the tile, No one on this line remembers how to smile. I adjust my collar, step across the seam, Caught somewhere between coffee and a dream. Noise-canceling on, Now the city is gone. Just a Rhodes chord pulsing through the wire, Walking into Monday with zero fire. Oh-eight-fourteen, switching on the mute, Autopilot gliding in an iron suit. Mind the gap, let the two-step slide, Nothing hurts at all when you're dead inside. Wet umbrellas drip, but the sub-bass rolls, Forty-five strangers with suspended souls. Overhead handle swinging in the draft, Remember that joke on Saturday we laughed? Now it’s spreadsheet columns and a corporate font, Trading all the things that I ever want. Someone drops a coin, nobody looks down, Uniform faces traveling through town. Signal turns green through the tunnel wall, Waiting for the platform, waiting for the call. Volume one notch higher, Cutting through the wire. Let the kick drum steady up the pace, Erasing every corner of this crowded place. Oh-eight-fourteen, rattling on the track, Took a ticket forward and there’s no way back. Mind the gap, keep the shuffle tight, Blinding white neon substituting light. Paper cup cold, but the rhythm takes hold, Trading morning dopamine for someone else’s gold. Station seven... Station eight... Close my eyes and recalibrate. Yeah, let it roll. Oh-eight-fourteen, living in the sound, Underneath the pavements of a concrete town. Mind the gap, let the two-step slide, Dancing in the carriage with my eyes open wide. No alarm bells, no weekend grief, Finding in the tempo a quiet relief. Autopilot running till the day is through, I don't belong to Monday, and neither do you. Mind the gap.

