Peeling paint on the station wall
Old gray beams standing thin and tall
Cold wind blows through a broken pane
Scent of oil and the summer rain
Sifting through the rusted grit
Looking for a place to fit
Heavy metal in my palm
Keeping all the panic calm
I found a brass key in the sand
A heavy weight inside my hand
Searching for a lock or door
On this empty depot floor
Sooty bricks in a jagged row
Where the ghost trains used to go
Tattered tickets in a wooden bin
Where the winter air seeps in
Sifting through the rusted grit
Looking for a place to fit
Heavy metal in my palm
Keeping all the panic calm
I found a brass key in the sand
A heavy weight inside my hand
Searching for a lock or door
On this empty depot floor
Copper teeth with a jagged edge
Resting on a granite ledge
Worn down gold from a thousand turns
While the distant city burns
I found a brass key in the sand
A heavy weight inside my hand
Searching for a lock or door
On this empty depot floor
Iron tracks leading nowhere fast
Built to hold but they couldn't last
Tarnish green on a velvet case
Just a relic of a hollow place
I found a brass key in the sand
A heavy weight inside my hand
Searching for a lock or door
On this empty depot floor
Silver rails in the fading blue
Looking for a way to you
Turn the metal till it clicks and stays
End the loop of these lonely days
Just a key. No more door.
On the floor.
