F5 C5 D5 C5 The last train is nearly due, A5 E5 A5 The underground is closing soon, F5 C5 D5 C5 And in the dark deserted station A5 E5 A5 Restless in anticipation, F5 C5 F5 C5 G5 A5 A man waits in the shadows. F5 C5 D5 C5 His restless eyes leap and scratch, A5 E5 A5 At all that they can touch or catch, F5 C5 D5 C5 And hidden deep within his pocket, A5 E5 A5 Safe within his silent socket, F5 C5 F5 C5 G5 A5 He holds a colored crayon. F5 C5 D5 C5 Now from the tunnel's stony womb, A5 E5 A5 The carriage rides to meet the groom , F5 C5 D5 C5 And opens wide and welcome doors, A5 E5 A5 But he hesitates, then withdraws F5 C5 A5 Deeper in the shadows. And the train is gone suddenly C5 On wheels clicking silently F5 E5 D5 Like a gently tapping lita-ny, A5 And he holds his crayon rosary F5 C5 A5 Tighter in his hand. F5 C5 D5 C5 Now from his pocket quick he flashes A5 E5 A5 The crayon on the wall he slashes, F5 C5 D5 C5 Deep upon the advertising, A5 E5 A5 A single worded poem comprised F5 C5 Of four letters. F5 C5 D5 C5 And his heart is laughing, screaming, pounding, A5 E5 A5 The poem across the tracks rebounding F5 C5 D5 C5 Shadowed by the exit light A5 E5 A5 His legs take their ascending flight F5 C5 A5 E5 A5 To seek the breast of darkness and be suckled by the night.
