Mm
Gate numbers glowing blue
Morning not fully awake yet
Five-seventeen at the railway hall
Rolling suitcases fluorescent walls
Someone sleeping on a folded coat
Coffee steam and half-finished notes
Airport windows silver-grey
Night and morning trading place
Quiet chaos moving slow
Like nobody really wants to go
The speakers crackle soft and low
A distant train begins to moan
Even strangers breathing near
Sound orchestral this time of year
Slow the clock down for a little while
Let the sunrise happen without trying
Every tiny noise becomes a symphony
In the blue before the city speaks
Footsteps echo engines hum
Morning light and chewing gum
Everything feels strangely small
At five A M inside it all
A businessman asleep upright
Headphones glowing in pale white light
Someone watching planes alone
Someone whispering into a phone
Outside the glass the first gold line
Spills itself across the signs
And all the tired moving parts
Begin to soften at the start
No one talks above a hush
Even hurry feels less rushed
Like the whole world lost its speed
Just enough for us to breathe
Slow the clock down one more time
Let the morning blur the lines
Every scattered sound we hear
Turns beautiful when dawn is near
Train doors closing soft and thin
Daylight slowly pouring in
And for a moment life becomes
A quiet station symphony
Mm
Five-seventeen
Everything awake
And half dreaming
