He walks through the silver haze
Lost inside a metal maze
Iron rails like frozen vines
Crossing all the border lines
Steel root garden in the gray
Where the heavy engines stay
Wound up tight like golden gears
Counting all the wasted years
Copper wires like creeping weed
Sown from a forgotten seed
Oil drips on the blackened stone
Walking in the yard alone
He remembers how to wind
The hidden clock inside his mind
Precision cut and polished glass
Watching all the shadows pass
Steel root garden in the gray
Where the heavy engines stay
Wound up tight like golden gears
Counting all the wasted years
Saturated cold concrete
Rhythm pounding in his feet
Serrated edges, rusted gold
Stories that the pistons told
He finds the gear that stopped the beat
Buried in the summer heat
Now the timing clicks in place
Searching for a vanished face
Steel root garden in the gray
Where the heavy engines stay
Wound up tight like golden gears
Counting all the wasted years
Wound up tight. Wound up tight.
The clock starts now.
