The Turnstile Opens for Nobody Yet

Lyrics

Six a.m., the gates are chained,
The grass is silver, wet with dew,
I'm the first one through the turnstile,
With a whole stadium made for two.
My footsteps echo off the concrete,
Every seat is waiting there,
And I climb the steps like a staircase
To a stage that's made of air.

Nobody here, and I hear them all,
The thunder before the call.

The turnstile opens for nobody yet,
But I walk like the whole crowd's behind me,
Every empty seat is a face I've met,
Every shadow's a banner to find me.
Run the tunnel, hear the drums,
Let the dawn be the roar that comes,
The turnstile opens for nobody yet,
But I'm already singing, so let me.

There's a flag that snaps on the highest mast,
There's a line of chalk still fresh and bright,
I stand on the spot where the hero stands
And I hold one long note to the light.
The echo comes back from the far stand,
Like a thousand voices in my hand.

Nobody here, and I hear them all,
The thunder before the call.

The turnstile opens for nobody yet,
But I walk like the whole crowd's behind me,
Every empty seat is a face I've met,
Every shadow's a banner to find me.
Run the tunnel, hear the drums,
Let the dawn be the roar that comes,
The turnstile opens for nobody yet,
But I'm already singing, so let me.

And when the gates swing wide at noon,
And the world comes pouring in,
I'll have sung the first note already,
I'll have let the day begin.

The turnstile opens for nobody yet,
But I walk like the whole crowd's behind me,
Every empty seat is a face I've met,
Every shadow's a banner to find me.
Run the tunnel, hear the drums,
Let the dawn be the roar that comes,
The turnstile opens for nobody yet,
But I'm already singing, so let me.

Nobody yet, nobody yet,
But I'm already singing.