You hold the brass key in your hand.
The smallest cog in all the land.
You wind the spring to make it beat.
While winter winds chill every street.
You keep the watch on the empty screen.
The strangest sight you have ever seen.
Across the lot where the projectors spin.
You wait for the movie to finally begin.
The drive-in boards are peeling gray.
The ticket booth has blown away.
You count the seconds, one by one.
Before the morning brings the sun.
Your master taught you how to mend.
The broken lines where the circles bend.
You fix the hands of a heavy clock.
While leaning back on a granite block.
You keep the watch on the empty screen.
The strangest sight you have ever seen.
Across the lot where the projectors spin.
You wait for the movie to finally begin.
The oil smells like a rusty rain.
A steady pulse like a humming train.
The gears click shut with a heavy sound.
Your heavy boots on the frozen ground.
You see a spark in the distant dark.
A lonely light in the sleeping park.
The wheels rotate in a golden ring.
Until the bells of the tower ring.
You keep the watch on the empty screen.
The strangest sight you have ever seen.
Across the lot where the projectors spin.
You wait for the movie to finally begin.
Wind the spring and hold it tight.
Wait for the glow of the midnight light.
