He walks the concrete floor
Beyond the closing door
The steel rails shine like glass
As midnight shadows pass
He counts the seconds slow
Where heavy currents flow
Like roots in city clay
He waits for break of day
Wind the key and set the time
Listen to the metal chime
Hold the beat in steady line
Everything is gold and fine
His hands are stained with oil
Like seeds in garden soil
He seeks a hidden spring
Where silver levers swing
Wind the key and set the time
Listen to the metal chime
Hold the beat in steady line
Everything is gold and fine
The clockwork heart begins to beat
Below the rush of empty street
A rhythmic pulse in iron veins
Breaking all the frozen chains
The platform air is cold
The copper wires unfold
He finds the missing part
To jumpstart every heart
He plants a steady seed
Of mechanical need
The gears begin to spin
And let the morning in
Wind the key and set the time
Listen to the metal chime
Hold the beat in steady line
Everything is gold and fine
The last gear turns. Gold and fine.
Tick, tick, tick.
