You walk through the heavy gray haze
Where the iron tracks start to maze
You hold a lens to find the spark
Tracing lines through the velvet dark
Wind the gear and set the gold spring
Listen to how the heavy rails ring
Sift through the fog for a missing key
Unlock the lock and finally be free
The diesel engines breathe a deep sigh
Under a bruised and violet sky
You snap a shot of a rusted wheel
The cold bite of the midnight steel
Your pockets hold a brass tiny screw
A copper wire and a shade of blue
You seek the clock that stopped in the rain
Waiting here by the ghost of a train
Wind the gear and set the gold spring
Listen to how the heavy rails ring
Sift through the fog for a missing key
Unlock the lock and finally be free
The shutter clicks on a frozen face
A sudden blur in a lonely place
You leave the shop and the master's hand
To find a map of a hidden land
The fog lifts up as the light turns red
A new direction is waiting ahead
You pack the film in a leather case
Ready to leave this forgotten place
Wind the gear and set the gold spring
Listen to how the heavy rails ring
Sift through the fog for a missing key
Unlock the lock and finally be free
Just one more frame of the silver rail
Follow the wind and the vapor trail
Click, flash, gone.
