Brass gears turn inside the case
Silver hands maintain the pace
Counting steps on cracked concrete
Salty wind and summer heat
Walk the line to the screen
Where the ghosts are gold and green
One more mile to the gate
Counting seconds till it's late
Old rusted signs lean to the west
Iron frames in winter rest
Oil stains on the gravel road
Carry on a heavy load
Walk the line to the screen
Where the ghosts are gold and green
One more mile to the gate
Counting seconds till it's late
Screws and springs within my hand
Sifting through the coastal sand
Broken glass like frozen rain
Measuring the steady pain
Tick and tock the rhythm beats
Walking down these empty streets
Hold the breath and close the eye
Watch the heavy clouds roll by
Copper wire and velvet thread
Words the old man always said
Keep the timing straight and true
Underneath a ceiling blue
Walk the line to the screen
Where the ghosts are gold and green
One more mile to the gate
Counting seconds till it's late
Empty seats in rows of gray
Waiting for a brighter day
Tally marks upon the wall
Watching every empire fall
Walk the line to the screen
Where the ghosts are gold and green
One more mile to the gate
Counting seconds till it's late
Just a click of the gear
Now the finish is near
One more step.
