I stand on a roof of old slate
I watch for the heavy iron gate
The copper is green from the dew
I wait for a sign of some new
Sifting through the gravel and the gray
Waiting for the ending of the day
Spinning in a circle on a line
Looking for a copper kind of sign
The driveway is salted and cold
The stories of winter are told
I see a red car hit the brake
A ripple of light on the lake
Sifting through the gravel and the gray
Waiting for the ending of the day
Spinning in a circle on a line
Looking for a copper kind of sign
The wind pushes north to the west
A bird finds a place for a nest
I pivot and point to the street
Where asphalt and garden beds meet
Sifting through the gravel and the gray
Waiting for the ending of the day
Spinning in a circle on a line
Looking for a copper kind of sign
A taxi pulls up to the door
I've seen this a thousand times more
The driver steps out in the haze
Lost in a permanent maze
The twilight is purple and deep
The city is falling asleep
One moment of touch in the air
A feeling that somebody's there
The gravel is crunching below
The headlights are starting to glow
I lock my gaze onto the drive
Feeling the current arrive
Sifting through the gravel and the gray
Waiting for the ending of the day
Spinning in a circle on a line
Looking for a copper kind of sign
Just a spin in the wind.
Copper green in the gray.
Copper green.
