Cold coffee in a paper cup
The morning sun is waking up
Old depot paint is peeling white
I waited through the longest night
The steel is humming in the rail
A heavy wind begins to wail
Wait for the whistle in the wind
Where the lonely roads begin
Blue denim stained with oil and grit
A dying fire we tried to light
Your boots are worn and caked in clay
You look at me and look away
The welding torch is cold and still
A quiet ghost upon the hill
The steel is humming in the rail
A heavy wind begins to wail
Wait for the whistle in the wind
Where the lonely roads begin
Blue denim stained with oil and grit
A dying fire we tried to light
The diner clock is ticking slow
I've got a hundred miles to go
Grease on my apron, salt on the plate
We're standing by the iron gate
The ticket man has gone to sleep
The promises we couldn't keep
A single spark, a sudden flare
Cutting through the frozen air
Wait for the whistle in the wind
Where the lonely roads begin
Blue denim stained with oil and grit
A dying fire we tried to light
The engine screams a mile away
It turns the midnight into gray
Pack the bags and lock the door
I cannot take this anymore
Wait for the whistle in the wind
Where the lonely roads begin
Blue denim stained with oil and grit
A dying fire we tried to light
Just blue denim rust.
Ride the iron dust.
Ride the iron dust.
