Peeling paint on a wooden beam
Underneath a rusted steam
Iron tracks in the salted air
Left a treasure lying there
Gold case hiding in the gray
Waiting for a sunny day
Keep the golden gear in spin
Where the heavy winds begin
Counting seconds slow and deep
While the tired stations sleep
Keep the golden gear in spin
Where the heavy winds begin
Glass is cracked like a winter lake
Holding tight for a spirit's sake
Cogs are frozen in a heavy rust
Sinking down in the depot dust
Brass hands pointing to the west
Where the rolling engines rest
Keep the golden gear in spin
Where the heavy winds begin
Counting seconds slow and deep
While the tired stations sleep
Keep the golden gear in spin
Where the heavy winds begin
Oil stains on a concrete floor
Battered hinge on a cellar door
Bells are ringing in the distant town
While the yellow leaves fall down
Copper wire and a leather strap
Caught inside a lonely trap
Keep the golden gear in spin
Where the heavy winds begin
Counting seconds slow and deep
While the tired stations sleep
Keep the golden gear in spin
Where the heavy winds begin
Heavy clouds in a charcoal sky
Watch the midnight freight go by
Sooty smoke and a whistle moan
Leaving every gear alone
Wound up tight by a steady hand
Lost across a salted land
Keep the golden gear in spin
Where the heavy winds begin
Counting seconds slow and deep
While the tired stations sleep
Keep the golden gear in spin
Where the heavy winds begin
Tick-tock, tick-tock.
Let the golden gear spin.
Let it spin.
