I hang beneath the harbor beam
A rusty kind of metal dream
The salt air eats my copper skin
Where all the heavy tides begin
I spin around in circles here
The ocean wind is cold and clear
I point the way to nowhere fast
A copper ghost from out the past
I see the buses roll on by
Beneath a faded lemon sky
A girl with cameras in her hand
Walks slowly through the gritty sand
I spin around in circles here
The ocean wind is cold and clear
I point the way to nowhere fast
A copper ghost from out the past
The pier is shaking in the gale
I watch the white and heavy sail
I keep the secret of the pier
While all the city noises veer
I feel the rattle in my spine
The water tastes like bitter brine
I hold my breath and hold my place
A frozen look upon my face
She snaps a photo of my rust
A sudden flash a little trust
She looks at me and starts to smile
I wish she'd stay a little while
I spin around in circles here
The ocean wind is cold and clear
I point the way to nowhere fast
A copper ghost from out the past
The sun is sinking in the bay
The golden light begins to gray
I turn my head to face the east
Until the winter wind has ceased
I spin around in circles here
The ocean wind is cold and clear
I point the way to nowhere fast
A copper ghost from out the past
Just a copper ghost. Point the way.
(Ooh, ooh)
