I lean against the peeling wall
Where yellow paint begins to fall
A heavy glass and iron frame
I forgot my maker's name
I used to cut the midnight black
Along the rusted iron track
I chased the ghosts of midnight trains
Through autumn wind and freezing rains
I am the beam that lost its glow
Watching the heavy river flow
A silver spark in a coat of red
Waiting for words that were never said
The watchman had a shaking hand
He walked the edges of the sand
He left me by the depot gate
And left my battery to fate
I am the beam that lost its glow
Watching the heavy river flow
A silver spark in a coat of red
Waiting for words that were never said
The copper wire turns to green
The coldest sight I've ever seen
A tiny crack across my face
A frozen ghost in a lonely place
The teenagers with cameras come
The distant city beats a drum
They snap a photo of my rust
And leave me sleeping in the dust
The moths are knocking on my glass
They watch the summer seasons pass
I dream of clicking on the switch
A sudden spark a golden glitch
I am the beam that lost its glow
Watching the heavy river flow
A silver spark in a coat of red
Waiting for words that were never said
Just a spark in a coat of red
Just a spark in a coat of red
Rust and silver light.
