Grey air hangs thick in the hall
Peeling paint curls on the wall
I drove this route twenty years back
Now the asphalt is a black crack
Steel glove clicks on a dead switch
Old gears give a heavy twitch
Gold specks float in a dead beam
Ripping through a broken dream
Pull the heavy metal close
Where the ghost of winter blows
Gravity holds the heavy weight
Lock the door and shut the gate
Meter runs on a dead dial
I haven't seen a soul for a mile
Copper wires hang like old vines
Cutting through the border lines
Pull the heavy metal close
Where the ghost of winter blows
Gravity holds the heavy weight
Lock the door and shut the gate
Rough hands grip a rusted wheel
Cold wind hits the polished steel
One more turn to find the way
Before the blue sky turns to grey
Broken glass on the hardwood floor
Nothing left behind the door
Sifting through the settled grit
Where the lonely lanterns lit
Fare is paid in a rusted coin
Where the street and river join
Watch the floating particles spin
Let the heavy weather in
Pull the heavy metal close
Where the ghost of winter blows
Gravity holds the heavy weight
Lock the door and shut the gate
Click-clack, just a little more
Left the keys by the open door
Hold the line, hold the line
