Silver flashes in the gray.
Watch the summer slip away.
Click the shutter, freeze the scene.
Paint the garden electric green.
The clouds are bruising up the sky.
The wind is singing a lullaby.
Back and forth on the wooden floor.
Waiting for the open door.
Rocking slow in the heavy rain.
Swaying like a rusted chain.
Old pine planks under my feet.
Feel the humming of the street.
Yellow coats on the wet concrete.
Making every picture sweet.
The clouds are bruising up the sky.
The wind is singing a lullaby.
Back and forth on the wooden floor.
Waiting for the open door.
Rocking slow in the heavy rain.
Swaying like a rusted chain.
Flashbulbs pop in the purple light.
Chasing ghosts through the stormy night.
Capture salt on a weathered face.
Finding beauty in a lonely place.
Thunder crashes on the tin roof top.
Wait for the spinning world to stop.
Hold the breath till the lens is clear.
Everything we want is finally here.
Back and forth on the wooden floor.
Waiting for the open door.
Rocking slow in the heavy rain.
Swaying like a rusted chain.
Buses roll past the garden gate.
I can't stand to simply sit and wait.
Pack the film and the leather case.
Leave the porch for a wider space.
Back and forth on the wooden floor.
Waiting for the open door.
Rocking slow in the heavy rain.
Swaying like a rusted chain.
Keep it still. Keep it still. Just one shot.
Keep it still.
