[Intro]

Route eleven:

Stopped.

Route twelve:

Four minutes late.

Beacon Twenty-Four:

CITY TRANSPORT CHAOS.

[Verse]

At seventeen-oh-six it moved.
That should have closed the tale.
But Gordon saw the traffic map
And watched one icon pale.

"Get someone lyve beside the tracks.
Get helicopters if we own them.
Ask if this reveals the cracks
In every transport system known."

[Pre-Chorus]

One tram pauses, two buses wait—
Three large arrows point at the state.
Zoom the map, enlarge the zone—
Ask if anyone gets home.

[Chorus]

City Transport Chaos,
Civil order meets the rails.
City Transport Chaos,
One delayed connection fails.

Witness urban devastation—
Twenty-seven people wait.

[Verse]

We found a passenger named Dean
Who missed the five-oh-nine by two.
Leo asked, "How does it feel?"
Dean said, "There's one at five-twelve too."

A woman with her shopping bags
Walked calmly past the waiting crew.
The caption read STRANDED COMMUTER.
She said, "I'm really not, it's true."

[Chorus]

City Transport Chaos,
Civil order meets the rails.
City Transport Chaos,
One delayed connection fails.

Question the whole foundation—
Three more people missed the eight.

[Guitar Solo]

[Break]

Signal green, doors release—
People board, return to peace.
Camera rolls, the banner stays:
Chaos has contractual days.

[Bridge]

A taxi driver looked plainly bored.
Leo asked, "Could this happen twice?"
"Of course," he said. "Things sometimes stop."
The newsroom froze. Gordon hissed: "Cut that man."

[Build-up]

Route eleven running fine.
Route twelve ahead of time.
Every passenger has gone.

KEEP THE BREAKING BANNER ON.

[Final Chorus]

City Transport Chaos—
Now concluded by the rails.
Every functioning system fails
To justify another hour.
So tomorrow we'll investigate:

COULD CENTRAL GATE STOP AGAIN?

[Outro]

Platform Four.

Empty floor.

Peter waits

for something more.