I walk the black tar in the rain
The oil streaks look like a stain
My iron crank turns with a click
The heavy needle is a prick
Spin the brass and find the track
Bring the old lost music back
Searching through the parking lot
Holding on to all I got
The blue light hits a plastic chair
A salty scent is in the air
I play a song from forty-four
While I search for an open door
Spin the brass and find the track
Bring the old lost music back
Searching through the parking lot
Holding on to all I got
The asphalt hums a low deep sound
My heavy boots hit the hard ground
I see a glove on the concrete
The rhythm makes the moment sweet
Spin the brass and find the track
Bring the old lost music back
Searching through the parking lot
Holding on to all I got
I kept the lamp lit on the shore
But I don't live there anymore
Just a needle in a groove
Waiting for the world to move
The wind is cold against my skin
The silver record starts to spin
I found a key by the fuel pump
My heavy heart gives one big jump
Spin the brass and find the track
Bring the old lost music back
Searching through the parking lot
Holding on to all I got
Just a needle in a groove. Spin it round.
Brass and gasoline.
