Coffee black and grill on high
Watch the heavy trucks go by
I walk out where the cedar grows
Where the cold north wind still blows
Found a horn in the deep green
Strangest thing I ever seen
Sunk in needles, gold and grey
Tangled where the wires sway
Wind it up and let it glide
Take a ride on the outside
Silver disc and a needle sting
Hear the frozen forest sing
Telephone poles stand in a row
Copper lines where the signals go
Crank the handle, feel the gear
Something old is ringing clear
Wind it up and let it glide
Take a ride on the outside
Silver disc and a needle sting
Hear the frozen forest sing
Iron crank and a heavy spring
Metal teeth make the music ring
Far from the grease and the diner light
Cutting through the velvet night
Rough pine bark on a rusted base
Looking like a ghostly face
Static hum from the power line
Crossing paths with a crooked pine
Sling my apron on the chair
Cold salt wind in my messy hair
Leave the regulars in the booth
Finding out a metallic truth
Wind it up and let it glide
Take a ride on the outside
Silver disc and a needle sting
Hear the frozen forest sing
Keep it spinning, keep it fast
Make the midnight magic last
