Down in the belly of the stone
Cold as a fare who rides alone
I keep the ledger and the key
Hidden away where none can see
Spin me around in a velvet haze
Lost in the gold of the better days
I play the ghost of a street-lamp glow
Wait for the needle to start the show
Paper and ink in a heavy pile
I haven't seen a face in a while
The air is thick with a heavy scent
Of old ink wells and a life well spent
Spin me around in a velvet haze
Lost in the gold of the better days
I play the ghost of a street-lamp glow
Wait for the needle to start the show
A heavy boot on the concrete floor
A sudden click of the basement door
A warm hand touches my rusted skin
Let the old melody now begin
Spin me around in a velvet haze
Lost in the gold of the better days
I play the ghost of a street-lamp glow
Wait for the needle to start the show
The copper horn breathes a lowy sound
Pulling the spirit from the ground
One kind soul finds a song to keep
While the rest of the city is asleep
Spin me around in a velvet haze
Lost in the gold of the better days
I play the ghost of a street-lamp glow
Wait for the needle to start the show
Turn the crank, let it spin.
One last ride home.
