[Cold Open - single kick and human percussion] [Host] Three seventeen. Doors are open. Northbound trains are holding. Water is at the bar. If you leave, we light the way. If you stay, bring that count in. [Performer] Heel. [Room] Palm. [Performer] Breath. [Room] Floor. [Verse 1 - Host] Red stage dark, transaction finished, tip screen closed beside the rail. Someone rolls the velvet curtain. Someone reads the transit fail. Chargers bloom along the counter. Paper cups move hand to hand. Nobody here is on display now. Everybody gets to join the band. [Pre-Chorus - Performer] I had the red light. Now take this round. Not my body, just the count I found. [Chorus - small room vocal] Nobody leaves at three seventeen. Doors wide open, streets gone dim. Last train frozen on the skyline. We can wait or we can swim through one more beat, one honest floor, no one owing anyone more. Nobody leaves at three seventeen. Not yet. Bring it in. [Floor Passage 1 - recurring anchors] Heel, palm. Breath, floor. Open path beside the door. Hey-eh, hey-eh. Turn and make another lane. Hey-eh, hey-eh. Leave the center, take it again. [Verse 2 - Performer] Bartender dances past the service line. Door staff loosens one black tie. Quiet table finds the downbeat. Two old strangers laugh and try. No one asks me for the stage move. No one films the unlit rail. I can lose the practiced angle, miss the count, and let it fail. [Pre-Chorus - Host and Performer] [Host] Every exit clear. [Performer] Every answer free. [Both] For this little borrowed hour, come be nobody's scenery. [Chorus] Nobody leaves at three seventeen. Doors wide open, streets gone dim. Last train frozen on the skyline. We can wait or we can swim through one more beat, one honest floor, no one owing anyone more. Nobody leaves at three seventeen. Not yet. Bring it in. [Joy Breakdown - piano, palms, wordless voices] Oh-ah, oh-ah. There you are. Oh-ah, oh-ah. As you are. [Extended Floor Passage] [Room, intermittent] Open door. Open floor. Nothing taken. One beat more. [Final Chorus - transit resumes late in the section] Nobody left at three seventeen. We chose the room and kept it clear. Now the first train wakes beneath us. Morning's close enough to hear. One last beat, then coats, then doors, no one owing anyone more. Nobody left at three seventeen. We stayed. Now let it end. [Outro - room empties] [Host] South line moving. First light in twenty minutes. [Mop-bucket wheel crosses the floor] [Three warm Door Name chords]
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