You lean against the peeling wall
The ceiling seems a bit too small
A rusty chain, a faded red
Old memories inside your head
The morning air is thin and cold
A story that is rarely told
You feel the pressure in your chest
Until the spirit finds its rest
Spinning gold in the morning glare
Salty wind in your messy hair
Count the steps on the gravel road
Lighten up every heavy load
Spinning gold in the morning glare
The spokes are bent and pitted grey
You watch the harbor start the day
A copper bell, a steady chime
You're stepping out of frozen time
The morning air is thin and cold
A story that is rarely told
You feel the pressure in your chest
Until the spirit finds its rest
Spinning gold in the morning glare
Salty wind in your messy hair
Count the steps on the gravel road
Lighten up every heavy load
Spinning gold in the morning glare
The attic window lets in white
A sudden burst of blinding light
You grip the rubber, feel the heat
The rhythm of your pulsing beat
No more lamps to keep the ships in line
No more watching for a distant sign
Just a pedal and a rolling wheel
Something honest, something you can feel
Spinning gold in the morning glare
Salty wind in your messy hair
Count the steps on the gravel road
Lighten up every heavy load
Spinning gold in the morning glare
The salt is thick upon the glass
You watch the summer shadows pass
The metal frame is shaking fast
You found a way to make it last
Spinning gold in the morning glare
Salty wind in your messy hair
Count the steps on the gravel road
Lighten up every heavy load
Spinning gold in the morning glare
Just a wheel on a gravel track
And you're never looking back Spinning gold.
Spinning gold.
