High above the city street
Where the salt and river meet
In a tower made of stone
A lonely scholar stands alone
Yellow flame on a waxen wick
The ticking clock is humming quick
Ink is wet on a vellum page
Like a wild bird in a gilded cage
Ink and ember, gold and grey
Racing out the break of day
Scribble fast before the light
Chasing ghosts inside the night
Neverwinter sleeps below
While the hidden embers glow
Turning pages, chasing lines
Reading all the ancient signs
Ink and ember, gold and grey
Racing out the break of day
Scribble fast before the light
Chasing ghosts inside the night
The wind is howling through the door
Cold air shaking up the floor
One more word and then he is free
Lock the gate and turn the key
Old ink stains on a shaking hand
Writing laws for a broken land
Heavy books in a leather bind
Leaving every worry far behind
Sun is peaking o'er the wall
Soot is raining in the hall
Put the pen in a wooden tray
Wait for night to end the day
Ink and ember, gold and grey
Racing out the break of day
Scribble fast before the light
Chasing ghosts inside the night
Just a fare to the tower top.
Don't let the rhythm stop.
(Hums)
Ride it home.
