I hold the brass key in my hand
A map of a far distant land
The river is cold and it's grey
I'm counting the seconds to day
Spin the silver gear and run
Chase the rising golden sun
Leave the ticking clocks behind
Something new is what I find
My lens captures light on the foam
A place that I'll finally call home
The ferry is late to the pier
The clicking of shutters is clear
You polish the glass and the steel
The weight of the minute is real
The water is licking the stone
A feeling I've always known alone
Spin the silver gear and run
Chase the rising golden sun
Leave the ticking clocks behind
Something new is what I find
The spring is wound tight in the chest
A heart that will never find rest
One click and the lock will give way
Into the bright light of the day
The engine is humming a song
The current is steady and strong
I'll snap one last shot of the shore
I won't be a servant no more
Spin the silver gear and run
Chase the rising golden sun
Leave the ticking clocks behind
Something new is what I find
Silver gear, golden light
Step out of the longest night
