Track Insight / Lyrics
I stand on a rusted old pole,
Watching the heavy clouds roll.
The asphalt is cracked and it's dry,
Under a pale winter sky.
I spin in the cold midnight air,
Counting the ghosts staying there.
The screen is a ghost of a light,
Keeping me company tonight.
The speaker boxes are all dead,
Old movie lines stay in my head.
The parking lot is just a square,
With no one left wanting a fare.
I spin in the cold midnight air,
Counting the ghosts staying there.
The screen is a ghost of a light,
Keeping me company tonight.
A stray dog sleeps by the main gate,
Both of us just learning to wait.
The wind tells a story of gold,
Before the whole theater grew old.
Copper skin turns a shade of deep green,
Watching the scenes that I've seen.
The north wind is biting and keen,
Painting a lonely old scene.
I remember the smell of the oil,
When the summer heat started to boil.
The cars lined up row after row,
Watching the celluloid glow.
I spin in the cold midnight air,
Counting the ghosts staying there.
The screen is a ghost of a light,
Keeping me company tonight.
The ticket booth is leaning to west,
Giving the old ticket man rest.
The popcorn is gone from the tray,
And all of the crowds walked away.
I spin in the cold midnight air,
Counting the ghosts staying there.
The screen is a ghost of a light,
Keeping me company tonight.
Just a vane in the breeze.
Swaying slow with the trees.
Spinning slow.
Spinning slow.
