Track Insight / Lyrics
I am the gear in a gold pocket watch
Keeping the beat with a precision notch
He winds my stem with a shaking left hand
The smallest soldier in a clockwork band
One step, two step, heavy on the street
Feeling every pulse of the city heat
Down in the basement where the horn plays low
Counting every beat while the rhythms flow
He walks the alley by the jazz club door
Feeling the rumble through the concrete floor
He counts the paces to the cellar light
Walking in circles through the windy night
One step, two step, heavy on the street
Feeling every pulse of the city heat
Down in the basement where the horn plays low
Counting every beat while the rhythms flow
The sax is screaming like a rusted hinge
The whiskey drinkers on a midnight binge
He checks my face and he sighs at the glass
Waiting for the lonely hour to pass
One step, two step, heavy on the street
Feeling every pulse of the city heat
Down in the basement where the horn plays low
Counting every beat while the rhythms flow
Oil on the wheel and a screw in the slot
Holding the tension in a tight little knot
He thinks he is moving but he stays in place
Staring at the numbers on my polished face
He counts ten paces then he turns around
Listening for a very specific sound
A brassy rattle and a sliding blue note
Something that catches in a singer's throat
One step, two step, heavy on the street
Feeling every pulse of the city heat
Down in the basement where the horn plays low
Counting every beat while the rhythms flow
Tick, tack, click, clack.
He is coming back.
Just a little track.
