He counts the teeth on a copper wheel
Cold morning air makes the metal feel
He leaves the shop for the gravel lot
Where the coffee in the thermos is hot
Wait for the click of a heavy door
Watch for the oil on the concrete floor
He keeps the seconds in a steady row
Under the hum of the amber glow
The motel sign has a buzzing sound
Old tires spinning on the salted ground
He checks the spring of a silver watch
Counting the hours by a tiny notch
Wait for the click of a heavy door
Watch for the oil on the concrete floor
He keeps the seconds in a steady row
Under the hum of the amber glow
A black sedan slides into space ten
He winds the mainspring then he starts again
The driver sleeps while the engine cools
The apprentice follows the master's rules
Wait for the click of a heavy door
Watch for the oil on the concrete floor
He keeps the seconds in a steady row
Under the hum of the amber glow
Brass pins and levers in a tight design
Walking a narrow and a dusty line
One wrong turn and the balance will break
Wait for the moment for the world to wake
The sun comes up on the highway lane
Clear as a window after summer rain
He packs his tools in a leather case
A quiet smile on a youthful face
Wait for the click of a heavy door
Watch for the oil on the concrete floor
He keeps the seconds in a steady row
Under the hum of the amber glow
Tick tock, shift the gear.
The morning light is finally here. Amber glow.
Just let it go.
