You lean against the ticket booth
Searching for a hidden truth
The screen is blank and peeling white
Underneath a heavy light
Hold the shot and keep it still
Wait until the wind is chill
Chrome rust frame and faded red
Everything you never said
A chain is loose upon the ground
Metal making clicking sound
The handlebars are bent and grey
Watching all the light decay
You click the shutter one more time
Counting every silver chime
The asphalt smells like old gasoline
The strangest sight you've ever seen
Hold the shot and keep it still
Wait until the wind is chill
Chrome rust frame and faded red
Everything you never said
Walk the line of broken glass
Watch the city buses pass
One small touch upon your wrist
A moment that we almost missed
The spokes are warped in salted air
Tangled like a messy snare
You frame the rust against the blue
Finding something real and true
Hold the shot and keep it still
Wait until the wind is chill
Chrome rust frame and faded red
Everything you never said
Chrome rust frame, slow it down
Chrome rust frame, in this town Keep it still
Keep it still
