Old machine sits by the rail
Keys strike slow as winter hail
Ribbon breaks with quiet pop
Letters scatter fade to stop
Typewriter sings in foggy air
Ghost of ink on paper there
Rail yard hums its low refrain
Keys will click and click again
Carriage slides on rusted track
Bell dings soft no turning back
Platen turns with steady grace
Time etches each familiar face
Typewriter sings in foggy air
Ghost of ink on paper there
Rail yard hums its low refrain
Keys will click and click again
Ribbon spools run thin and gray
Morning steals the night away
Shift lever sticks on second gear
Mechanic hands no longer near
Typewriter sings in foggy air
Ghost of ink on paper there
Rail yard hums its low refrain
Keys will click and click again
Paper feeds from wooden tray
Words march on in disarray
Margins widen edges curl
Tales of ships and ocean swirl
Fog lifts slow from iron spine
Typewriter keeps its steady time
No lamp to trim no log to keep
Just keys that click while others sleep
Final page feeds through the roll
Last line written made whole
Ribbon spent and carriage parked
Morning light has left its mark
Typewriter sings in foggy air
Ghost of ink on paper there
Rail yard hums its low refrain
Keys will click and click again
Typewriter sings in foggy air
Ghost of ink on paper there
Keys fall silent on the rail
Fog rolls out on morning gale
