[Verse 1]
Catch the curve at Government
Stairs that smell like rain
Tile so old it keeps the echo
Of every hurried name
Blue stripe on the tunnel wall
Salt on your winter coat
You tap your pass
Doors sigh and slide
Ride in on a rusted note

[Chorus]
Bowdoin
Last stop
Hold the doors
Graffiti ghosts on the platform floor
History humming through the tile and stone
Bowdoin
End of the blue line home
End of the blue line home

[Verse 2]
Maps still show that broken loop
Stations that came and went
Silver signs and shuttered gates
Plans lost in wet cement
Under Beacon’s brick and stories
Tracks curl like a question mark
All the years buried in concrete
Still rattle in the dark

[Chorus]
Bowdoin
Last stop
Hold the doors
Graffiti ghosts on the platform floor
History humming through the tile and stone
Bowdoin
End of the blue line home
End of the blue line home

[Bridge]
From the harbor wind
To the State House light
Every ride is a little timeline
In the dark
In the bright
You can feel old Boston breathing
Through the steel and the hum
Every “next stop” voice repeating
Where we’re from
Where we’re from

[Chorus]
Bowdoin
Last stop
Hold the doors
Graffiti ghosts on the platform floor
History humming through the tile and stone
Bowdoin
End of the blue line home
End of the blue line home