Steel rails cutting through the grey.
Mist hides where the engines lay.
Ink is black and ribbon's thin.
Let the heavy count begin.
Click-clack, the iron keys ring.
Hear the heavy metal sing.
One foot left and one foot right.
Counting ghosts into the night.
Brake pads smelling like a burn.
Wait for every rusted turn.
Keys are jumping in a row.
Watching where the strangers go.
Click-clack, the iron keys ring.
Hear the heavy metal sing.
One foot left and one foot right.
Counting ghosts into the night.
Copper wires humming low.
Heavy boots with nowhere to go.
Paper curls like salted skin.
Let the midnight shift begin.
Tally marks upon the wall.
Wait for one more heavy fall.
Type it out and stamp it red.
Until every word is dead.
Cold wind biting at the bone.
Sitting on a wooden throne.
Black ink staining every thumb.
Beating like a steady drum.
Click-clack, the iron keys ring.
Hear the heavy metal sing.
One foot left and one foot right.
Counting ghosts into the night.
Fog is thick as woolly wool.
Give the heavy lever pull.
Last page turning in the tray.
Now the ghosts all drift away.
Click-clack, the iron keys ring.
Hear the heavy metal sing.
One foot left and one foot right.
Counting ghosts into the night.
One last click. One last clack. Now we're gone.
On the track.
