You stand inside a booth of pine
Where river fog and iron twine
You count the coins of heavy lead
While all the summer flowers dead
Pay the toll and leave the shore
I cannot feel the wind no more
Rust is eating through my sleeve
Wait for me before you leave
Your window glass is cracked and gray
The river washes all away
You hold a ticket in your hand
A lonely ghost in salted sand
Pay the toll and leave the shore
I cannot feel the wind no more
Rust is eating through my sleeve
Wait for me before you leave
The metal gears are frozen tight
You watch the coming of the night
The copper pennies turn to green
The coldest sight you've ever seen
The water climbs the concrete wall
The heavy winter curtains fall
You lean your head against the steel
And wonder if the cold is real
You hear a motor far away
A golden light to end the day
You reach to open up the gate
But every second makes it late
Pay the toll and leave the shore
I cannot feel the wind no more
Rust is eating through my sleeve
Wait for me before you leave
The river mist is in your hair
A heavy weight for you to bear
You close your eyes and drift to sleep
Inside a secret you will keep
Pay the toll and leave the shore
I cannot feel the wind no more
Rust is eating through my sleeve
Wait for me before you leave
The silver toll.
Just leave the shore.
