You stand where the old paint peels
The cold iron speaks of wheels
A wooden case on the floor
Beside a heavy oak door
The varnish glows like a spark
Cutting right through the deep dark
You hold the neck in your hand
A stranger in a dead land
Play that gilded bow tonight
Turn the grey depot to light
Let the wooden body ring
Make the rusted rafters sing
The ceiling leaks salt and brine
The silver strings start to shine
You pull a note long and clear
Bringing the distant coast near
Play that gilded bow tonight
Turn the grey depot to light
Let the wooden body ring
Make the rusted rafters sing
The oil lamp flickers and dies
But a gold fire wakes in your eyes
No more salt spray, no more foam
Just a melody calling you home
The ticket booth holds a ghost
A lonely man on the coast
You play for the empty track
Bringing the missing years back
The wood is scarred and it's worn
Like a sail that the winter tore
But the sound is a steady beam
Waking a long frozen dream
Play that gilded bow tonight
Turn the grey depot to light
Let the wooden body ring
Make the rusted rafters sing
Keep that gold light burning bright
Keep it burning through the night
Just one more song
Just one more song
