The Acer palmatum turns red
The rusted ticket booth is dead
I pace the concrete by the wheel
My paws are cold against the steel
I wait for the lights to ignite
I watch through the frost of the night
The iron is locked and it's cold
A story that never was told
The soil is rich with fallen leaves
The autumn wind in silence weaves
I scent the air for one old friend
Until this lonely watch shall end
I wait for the lights to ignite
I watch through the frost of the night
The iron is locked and it's cold
A story that never was told
The Latin names for weeds are clear
The Hedera helix is here
I guard the ride that will not spin
While winter lets the freezing in
I wait for the lights to ignite
I watch through the frost of the night
The iron is locked and it's cold
A story that never was told
The copper coins are in the dirt
The empty benches only hurt
I stand my ground in gold and grey
Until the breaking of the day
I wait for the lights to ignite
I watch through the frost of the night
The iron is locked and it's cold
A story that never was told
Hold the line. Guard the gate.
Wait for the light.
