On the platform I wait like a captive
Humming haunting melodies to myself
Longing emancipation
Surrounding me are others of the same mind
Looking toward tunnels of uncertainty
With great anticipation
"The vessel's on its way
Just one or two more delays"
I hear an informant say
From the watchtower on the bay
Ornaments hang from rampants
Let me know where to go
But not who's coming
Coney Island bound
No way I could stop it now
Impostors are all around
Nothing to write home about
False alarm, I see you may be crazy
Well aren't you cunning
Deep within the holding area
The rats play hide and seek
Beneath metal beams
Which speak of our destination
An organ player serenades the crowd
Does he sing to signal the grandeur of what is to come
Or just for a bit of attention
"The vessel's on its way
Just one or two more delays"
I hear an informant say
From the watchtower on the bay
Ornaments hang from rampants
Let me know where to go
But not who's coming
Coney Island bound
No way I could stop it now
Impostors are all around
Nothing to write home about
False alarm, I see you may be crazy
Well aren't you cunning
Children gallop through the void with a purpose
They understand, I believe
This is not the means to an end we hold still for
Enough to hear a murmur
Embark the pristine ship with sunstars
Our odyssey begins now
