Walking on Patina

Lyrics

Hey!
Alright now!

I used to think that joy was just a flash of light
A fleeting thing that vanished in the coming night
But then I found a piece of history in my hand
A multi-colored promise from an industrial land
From the fires of Detroit, from the conveyor line's slow crawl
A hundred layers deep, I'm standing ten feet tall

I'm walking on patina, whoa-oh!
I'm walking on patina, whoa-oh!
I'm walking on patina, whoa-oh!
And it's time to feel good!
Hey!

I see a streak of cherry red from 'seventy-four
A flash of lime-green next to it, I gotta have some more
Each coat was baked in ovens, a story sealed in heat
A timeline that you hold, so solid and so sweet
It ain't no fragile rainbow, it ain't no fading dream
It's the rhythm of the factory, a vibrant, flowing stream

I'm walking on patina, whoa-oh!
I'm walking on patina, whoa-oh!
I'm walking on patina, whoa-oh!
And it's time to feel good!
Hey! All right now!
And it feels so good!

Walking on it, walking on it
The years of color polished bright
Walking on it, walking on it
Every layer feels so right
Yeah!

I'm walking on patina, whoa-oh!
I'm walking on patina, whoa-oh!
I'm walking on patina, whoa-oh!
And it's time to feel good!

Feels so good!
Yeah, it feels so good!
On that Motor City stone!
Whoa, walking on patina!
Yeah!