I sit on a rusted rail
My copper horn is pale
I watch the grease on the street
I feel the July heat
The diner cook flips a cake
I watch the pavement shake
He gives a wink and a nod
The city is a god
Wind me up and let it go
Spin the record fast then slow
Iron stairs and summer haze
Lost inside a golden glaze
A regular stops for a brew
He looks at me like I'm new
He smells like coffee and fry
Under a heavy orange sky
Wind me up and let it go
Spin the record fast then slow
Iron stairs and summer haze
Lost inside a golden glaze
The spring is tight, the gear is old
The story here is barely told
Click and snap, a metal sound
I keep the rhythm on the ground
The asphalt bubbles in a pool
I am the only thing that's cool
I play a tune for a stray cat
Who wears a dusty velvet hat
The cook yells out for one more plate
The dinner rush is running late
I hum a song of oil and steam
A mechanical kind of dream
Wind me up and let it go
Spin the record fast then slow
Iron stairs and summer haze
Lost inside a golden glaze
One last spin, one last turn
Watch the summer evening burn
