Still at the gate
Former church organist
the numbers
- bpm
- 89
- key
- F minor
- energy
- 0.75
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.45
- vocal at
- 3.9s
- length
- 4:09
- language
- En
lyrics
At 6:10, the bus stop slept Your shoes on the step, your coat half-wet By the church yard fence, I saw you stay Past the last coat gone and the ushers away The coffee urn cooled on the folding tray Your name on a card from a Sunday day You held that chair like a wheel in snow While the janitor locked up the side-door slow And the bell hit once Then the room went thin But you still stood there With your hands worn in Still at the gate Still at the gate Still at the gate Still at the gate Down on Gratiot, the canning line rolled Grease on the cuff, and the air ran cold All them hard hats left at the whistle's call You stayed by the racks when the lights dropped small A cracked green clock said 11:43 Your lunchbox dented on the floor by the key You kept one eye on the dock door seam Like you knew somebody might come back clean And the bell hit once Then the room went thin But you still stood there With your hands worn in Still at the gate Still at the gate Still at the gate Still at the gate Ash on the lockers, salt on your skin The night crew gone, but you still leaned in You heard that hymn through the bolted steel Like a hand on your shoulder, like a nail that seals Still at the gate Still at the gate Still at the gate Still at the gate