Track Insight / Lyrics
You climbed the iron fire escape
To watch the river lose its shape
The summer dusk came bleeding through
A cracked and faded avenue
Your camera caught the toll booth light
A lonely bulb against the night
The metal hums beneath your shoes
You count the things you didn't choose
A train horn cuts the evening air
You wonder who is waiting there
Bridge toll dusk, the river's turning gold
Bridge toll dusk, a story left untold
You pay your fare in photographs and time
Bridge toll dusk, the city's yours and mine
The collector's booth is dark and still
A coffee cup on windowsill
He stamped your ticket, waved you through
Like he already halfway knew
You'd climb this ladder just to see
What summer dusk was meant to be
The iron rungs are warm and worn
A thousand hands have grabbed before
A tugboat sounds its low complaint
The sky dissolves in copper paint
Bridge toll dusk, the river's turning gold
Bridge toll dusk, a story left untold
You pay your fare in photographs and time
Bridge toll dusk, the city's yours and mine
A pigeon lands on rusted rail
You trace the scratches with a nail
The toll booth clock says half past eight
You lean against the rusty gate
Below, the traffic hums and streams
A current running through your dreams
The camera strap is frayed and thin
You let the evening settle in
A billboard flickers into life
Somebody's ordinary wife
Bridge toll dusk, the river's turning gold
Bridge toll dusk, a story left untold
You pay your fare in photographs and time
Bridge toll dusk, the city's yours and mine
You find a token in your shoe
A copper coin the toll man threw
You never caught it, let it fall
Between the grate and concrete wall
It's still down there, a tiny sun
A fare you never had to run
The railing's paint is chipped and peeled
A hundred summers never healed
The river swallows one more day
You tuck your ticket stub away
Bridge toll dusk, the river's turning gold
Bridge toll dusk, a story left untold
You pay your fare in photographs and time
Bridge toll dusk, the city's yours and mine
The toll man's shift is almost done
He steps outside to watch the sun
You almost wave, you almost stay
But buses leave, you walk away
The fire escape still holds your heat
A photograph, a receipt
Bridge toll dusk, the river's turning gold
Bridge toll dusk, a story left untold
You paid your fare in photographs and time
Bridge toll dusk, the city's yours and mine
Bridge toll dusk, the city's yours and mine
Ticket in your pocket, bus fare gone
Rust and ivy climbing on
