Tucked behind the soap and steam
Old brass horn a broken dream
Salty air and city grit
Where the alley shadows sit
Spin the wheel of rusty gold
Stories that were never told
Winding tight to play the beat
On a lonely rainy street
Iron gears are locked in place
Water streaks a metal face
Soap suds drift in greyish air
Nobody is standing there
Spin the wheel of rusty gold
Stories that were never told
Winding tight to play the beat
On a lonely rainy street
Copper plates are turning green
Ugliest thing I've ever seen
Like a fare who missed the ride
Nowhere left for it to hide
Spin the wheel of rusty gold
Stories that were never told
Winding tight to play the beat
On a lonely rainy street
Heavy clouds are hanging low
Nowhere for the sound to go
Just a ghost in black and white
Left alone in midnight light
Spin the wheel of rusty gold
Stories that were never told
Winding tight to play the beat
On a lonely rainy street
Rusty gold, rusty gold.
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