You hold the brass gear in your hand
Across the stretch of desert sand
The gas pump glows a humming blue
You wait for something gold and true
Keep the ticking clock in time
Wait for that midnight silver chime
Watch the crossroads under white light
Hold the steady flame through the night
You scrub the glass and wind the spring
While the lonely highway sirens sing
The coffee pot is black and cold
A story that the road has told
Keep the ticking clock in time
Wait for that midnight silver chime
Watch the crossroads under white light
Hold the steady flame through the night
The oil drips slow on concrete floors
You lock the heavy double doors
The wind kicks up a gritty haze
You count the minutes in a maze
Keep the ticking clock in time
Wait for that midnight silver chime
Watch the crossroads under white light
Hold the steady flame through the night
The gears they grind a heavy sound
Deep inside the frozen ground
The tension breaks like rusted wire
A sudden spark of hidden fire
The headlights cut the heavy gray
A dusty car comes on its way
The lock clicks open with a snap
You find the exit on the map
Keep the ticking clock in time
Wait for that midnight silver chime
Watch the crossroads under white light
Hold the steady flame through the night
Just wind the gear and let it go
Watch the steady river flow Hold the flame
Hold the flame
