Shift the gear and watch the sky
Grey clouds roll and winds blow high
Old pine boards begin to shake
Wait for every bolt to break
Brass lens caught a sudden spark
Cutting through the heavy dark
Wooden porch is soaked in gold
Story of the storm untold
Brass glass eye on the rail
Lighting up the thunder gale
Looking far across the town
While the heavy rain pours down
Meter clicks a steady beat
Water rushing down the street
Fare is low but air is tight
Hold the focus on the light
Brass glass eye on the rail
Lighting up the thunder gale
Looking far across the town
While the heavy rain pours down
Screeching tires on the bend
Where the city limits end
Cold wind bites the copper skin
Let the electric rush begin
Steady hand upon the wheel
Grinding gears of rusted steel
Check the glass and see the glow
Where the hidden currents flow
Wet asphalt and yellow glare
Heavy static in the air
Settle in like winter snow
Watch the golden signal grow
Brass glass eye on the rail
Lighting up the thunder gale
Looking far across the town
While the heavy rain pours down
Brass glass eye. Watch the rain. Brass glass eye.
End the lane.
