[Intro: shuffled two step drums, deep sub bass, warm organ stabs] Gate nineteen, the board just turned to red (Delayed till dawn) that's all it said [Verse 1] Terminal C at midnight and the shutters coming down Every coffee counter closing, every cleaner on his round Cancelled flight to Lisbon and a voucher for a meal Nothing open but a vending glow and a floor that shines like steel You were sitting on your suitcase with your headphones up too loud I could hear the shuffle leaking and you danced it to a crowd Of empty chairs in perfect rows, a floor machine, and me Pretending I was reading while you moved like you were free [Pre-Chorus] You said the walkway goes nowhere and it goes there all night long So we stepped on in our socks and let the motor be the song [Chorus] Moving walkway, moving walkway, carry me to you Standing still and going somewhere, that's the only thing we do Delayed, delayed, the board keeps telling us to stay Moving walkway, let the morning take the long way [Verse 2] You showed me how to walk it backward so we never reach the end I showed you how a luggage cart can spin like it's your oldest friend Security just shook his head and turned his radio up We split a bag of gummy bears and one machine cocoa cup Somewhere after two o'clock I told you what I hid How I hate the job I'm flying to, the things I never did You said nobody's a stranger after three on concourse five Then you spun me past the duty free and I came back alive We did the boarding calls out loud in our best captain voice Final call for anybody who still thinks they have no choice [Pre-Chorus] You said the walkway goes nowhere and it goes there all night long So we stepped on in our socks and let the motor be the song [Chorus] Moving walkway, moving walkway, carry me to you Standing still and going somewhere, that's the only thing we do Delayed, delayed, the board keeps telling us to stay Moving walkway, let the morning take the long way [Bridge: half time, sub bass and claps only] Five fifty and the shutters lift, the coffee smell is back Your gate is at the far end and mine is down the other track You took a pen from the info desk and wrote across my pass Your number by my seat number and three words: walk it back [Breakdown: two step drums return, organ stabs] Walk it back (walk it back) Walk it back (walk it back) Every step we take stands still Walk it back to me [Final Chorus: stacked female harmonies] Moving walkway, moving walkway, carry me to you Standing still and going somewhere, that's the only thing we do Delayed, delayed, the board keeps telling us to stay Moving walkway, I'll walk it back to you someday [Outro: sub bass fades under the drums] The board says on time now and for once I wish it lied Moving walkway, still running on the other side
