I sit on a crate of old gear
The desert is drawing too near
My plastic is yellow and worn
A ribbon of music is torn
Spinning in a circle of rust
Singing through a curtain of dust
Telling all the secrets of May
In a lonely outpost of gray
The wind hits the rocky red wall
I watch the heavy curtains fall
The voices are shimmering bright
Against the coming curtain of night
Spinning in a circle of rust
Singing through a curtain of dust
Telling all the secrets of May
In a lonely outpost of gray
The soldiers are sleeping in rows
While the hot summer wind always blows
I play the same song on a loop
Inside this broken concrete coop
Spinning in a circle of rust
Singing through a curtain of dust
Telling all the secrets of May
In a lonely outpost of gray
The magnets are losing their hold
The story is already told
I hum with a low steady beat
Above the shimmering desert heat
Spinning in a circle of rust
Singing through a curtain of dust
Telling all the secrets of May
In a lonely outpost of gray
Plastic tape gold.
Just a circle of rust.
