Cold wind hits the cobblestone street
Frozen slush beneath my tired feet
Old black leather case in my hand
Strange new map of a forgotten land
The air tastes like rust and old brine
Walking a jagged and crooked line
Wait for the click and the shutter snap
Falling right back in a memory trap
Silver glass eye sees the gray light
Freezing the ghost of a winter night
Hold it all still in a chemical glow
Watching the heavy white powder snow
Brass dial turning with a heavy click
The winter fog is getting far too thick
Dead end alley where the wet walls lean
Capturing colors I have never seen
The air tastes like rust and old brine
Walking a jagged and crooked line
Wait for the click and the shutter snap
Falling right back in a memory trap
Silver glass eye sees the gray light
Freezing the ghost of a winter night
Hold it all still in a chemical glow
Watching the heavy white powder snow
I drove this route back in sixty-four
Before they locked up the iron door
Now the lens finds a rusted out gate
Small little moments that decided fate
Silver glass eye sees the gray light
Freezing the ghost of a winter night
Hold it all still in a chemical glow
Watching the heavy white powder snow
Brake pads squeal on the downhill slope
A long shot lens is a driver's hope
Focus the blur on a distant face
Finding the soul of this hollow place
Silver glass eye sees the gray light
Freezing the ghost of a winter night
Hold it all still in a chemical glow
Watching the heavy white powder snow
Fare is paid and the meter is dead
Heavy old thoughts spinning round in my head
One last frame of the cobblestone blue
Bringing the old world back into view
Silver glass eye sees the gray light
Freezing the ghost of a winter night
Hold it all still in a chemical glow
Watching the heavy white powder snow
Just one more shot.
Keep the change, kid.
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