You step past the grease and the fry
Where the midnight coffee runs dry
You spot a black box in the rain
Tangled in a rusted chain
Silver frame found in the street
Where the oil and the asphalt meet
Capture the ghost of a face
Left in a cold parking space
You wipe off the mud with your sleeve
A moment you can hardly believe
The leather is cracked and it's old
A story that needs to be told
Silver frame found in the street
Where the oil and the asphalt meet
Capture the ghost of a face
Left in a cold parking space
The lens has a thin jagged crack
You wish you could give the thing back
The shutter is frozen in time
Like a long forgotten old crime
Silver frame found in the street
Where the oil and the asphalt meet
Capture the ghost of a face
Left in a cold parking space
You think of the hand that let go
In the wind where the bitter gusts blow
A stranger who walked through the door
And doesn't live here anymore
Turn the dial and wind up the spring
Listen to the metal coil ring
One last shot for a wandering soul
Making a broken picture whole
You set it down on the steel plate
Leaving the memory to fate
The diner is closing its light
As you walk back into the night
Silver frame found in the street
Where the oil and the asphalt meet
Capture the ghost of a face
Left in a cold parking space
Just a ghost in a silver frame.
Found it in the grit.
