Cold white tiles on a concrete floor
I slide away from the closing door
Gold plated skin in a sudden spin
Where the midnight tunnels begin
Counting down the seconds on the ground
Spinning fast until a hand is found
Hold the beat and feel the metal glow
Waiting for the final train to go
Soot on the wall and a rusted rail
My copper springs are starting to fail
Glass face cracked in a jagged line
Running out of borrowed city time
Wind in the vent like a heavy prayer
I smell the ozone in the humid air
Steel wheels hum in a distant low
Watching all the ghostly shadows grow
Counting down the seconds on the ground
Spinning fast until a hand is found
Hold the beat and feel the metal glow
Waiting for the final train to go
Slipped from a pocket to the gray
Turning the midnight into day
One last click in a heavy chest
Give the ticking pendulum a rest
A sudden boot and a leather shoe
Picking me up as the light turns blue
Warmth of a palm and a steady grip
Ending the long and the lonely trip
Counting down the seconds on the ground
Spinning fast until a hand is found
Hold the beat and feel the metal glow
Waiting for the final train to go
Tick tick tick, now I'm home
No more drifting on my own
Gold gear drift
Gold gear drift
