You sit in the vinyl red booth
Holding a cold piece of truth
Your fingers are stained with the oil
While the black coffee starts to boil
Turn the gear and wind the spring
Hear the heavy metal ring
Counting beats until the light
Holding on throughout the night
The grease on the grill is a lake
You watch for a sudden mistake
Your eyes trace the hand on the wall
Waiting for the hammer to fall
Turn the gear and wind the spring
Hear the heavy metal ring
Counting beats until the light
Holding on throughout the night
You check on the balance and weight
Knowing the hour is late
The sugar is spilled on the tray
Counting down the hours to day
Turn the gear and wind the spring
Hear the heavy metal ring
Counting beats until the light
Holding on throughout the night
The chrome on the counter is cold
A story that never was told
You tighten the screw in the case
Looking at a stranger's pale face
Solder the wire to the gold
Keep the machine from getting old
Steel on the skin like a glove
The only thing you ever love
The clock makes a sharp little snap
Falling in a mechanical trap
The diner is empty and grey
Now we can finally walk away
Turn the gear and wind the spring
Hear the heavy metal ring
Counting beats until the light
Holding on throughout the night
Just one more click.
One more click.
