Up in the attic by the glass
Counting the people as they pass
Rusty can leaning on the sill
Waiting for morning to stand still
Golden light on the metal skin
Where the summer days begin
Counting steps on the street below
Watching the yellow taxis go
Zinc paint is peeling off the rim
The morning view is sharp and slim
A silver bus on the corner bend
Wait for the city road to end
Water is dry in the belly deep
While the sleepy neighborhood sleep
Iron stains like a copper map
Caught in a little sunlight trap
Golden light on the metal skin
Where the summer days begin
Counting steps on the street below
Watching the yellow taxis go
Snap a picture of the peeling grey
Capture the rhythm of the day
Flash of a lens in a dusty room
Waiting for a plastic flower bloom
He sees the sneakers hit the ground
A steady beat, a clicking sound
One more person walking to the train
Before the sky brings a sudden rain
Golden light on the metal skin
Where the summer days begin
Counting steps on the street below
Watching the yellow taxis go
Just a rusty can in the sun
Counting until the day is done
Golden light
Rusty gold
