Rust eats the wheels where cottonwoods blow
Ferris wheel bones against slate sky show
Tarps flap loose on the midway below
Driver knows roads that the maps don't know
Autumn boxcar holds the night
Steel ribs glowing copper bright
Shelter from the fairground light
Resting till the morning bite
Peeling paint screams on the scrambler seat
Chain-link fence bows to the autumn beat
Diesel scent mixes with funnel cake sweet
Meter runs whether you move your feet
Autumn boxcar holds the night
Steel ribs glowing copper bright
Shelter from the fairground light
Resting till the morning bite
Gibson hums from the dashboard radio
Leslie spins slow where the organ winds blow
Brass section muted in the rearview glow
Proverbs settle where the long hauls go
Autumn boxcar holds the night
Steel ribs glowing copper bright
Shelter from the fairground light
Resting till the morning bite
Weather writes receipts on the windshield glass
Every fare's a story, every mile gets passed
Boxcar stands while the seasons amass
Road don't care who drives the long haul fast
Autumn boxcar holds the night
Steel ribs glowing copper bright
Shelter from the fairground light
Resting till the morning bite
Autumn boxcar holds the night
Engine idles, meter resets
Night shifts dawn, the boxcar rests
