Far Rockaway, 2:07

At 2:07 AM, the A train keeps moving east toward Far Rockaway. A passenger holds white flowers wrapped in pharmacy paper while the car thins out, station by station, until the terminal wind gets inside.

[Verse 1] Two oh seven, the platform hums Queens is a map with the corners rubbed She holds white flowers in pharmacy paper The stems lean left when the car leans later

[Verse 2] At Rockaway Boulevard, the doors breathe wide A man with a mop looks through, then steps aside The bouquet leaves water on the vinyl seat The tunnel keeps time underneath our feet

[Chorus] Far Rockaway, carry me out Past the last lit window, past the doubt I don't know who they're for, but I know where they go East on the A train, slow as snow

[Verse 3] At Beach Forty-Nine, the car goes thin Blue light trembles on the metal skin She checks the paper, one petal loose The ocean comes in with the train's brake shoes

[Bridge] No one says goodnight at the terminal wall The rails cool down, the gulls start calling She lifts the flowers into the wind And the doors close soft, then open again

[Outro] Two oh seven, the platform hums White flowers turning toward the sun