You wind the mainspring slow as prayer
Peeling paint curls in the afternoon air
Timetables tremble when the express rolls through
Oil stains the cuffs of your wool serge blue
Second hand sweeps the depot floor
Second hand marks the hour once more
Gears turn slow in the vibration
Time holds breath at this station
Your fingers know the weight of brass
Each tooth cut clean on the dividing pass
The master sleeps above the pendulum swing
You count the beats that the trains bring
Second hand sweeps the depot floor
Second hand marks the hour once more
Gears turn slow in the vibration
Time holds breath at this station
Hymn tunes rise in the alto throat
Half-remembered from a chapel boat
You sing the intervals between the ticks
A sacred math that the mechanism picks
Second hand sweeps the depot floor
Second hand marks the hour once more
Gears turn slow in the vibration
Time holds breath at this station
Rust blooms orange on the signal tower
You measure out each quarter hour
The depot shakes but the clocks stay true
Your hands remember what to do
Second hand sweeps the depot floor
Second hand marks the hour once more
Gears turn slow in the vibration
Time holds breath at this station
Second hand sweeps the depot floor
The train passes. The clock keeps time.