Cedar case on a concrete floor
Right beside the sliding door
Dryer heat in a humid haze
Counting down the laundry days
Gilded wood in the heavy rain
Hiding from the city stain
Wait for hands that know the song
Where the lonely notes belong
Silver strings with a rusted glow
Watching all the people go
Soap and steam on the window pane
Wash away the summer stain
Gilded wood in the heavy rain
Hiding from the city stain
Wait for hands that know the song
Where the lonely notes belong
Wait for someone to lift the lid
Where the golden tone is hid
Polished maple and ivory white
Safe beneath the fluorescent light
Gilded wood in the heavy rain
Hiding from the city stain
Wait for hands that know the song
Where the lonely notes belong
Scent of pine and a damp old street
Treading water on tired feet
One last chord in a quiet room
Cutting through the midnight gloom
Tuned to a key that nobody knows
While the cold wind steadily blows
Hold the breath of a choir boy's prayer
Hanging heavy in the humid air
Close the latch on the velvet red
Better things that were never said
Tucked away from the splashing tide
With a secret place to hide
Gilded wood in the heavy rain
Hiding from the city stain
Wait for hands that know the song
Where the lonely notes belong
Just stay right here. Gilded wood.
Gilded wood.
