Old meter clicks on the dash
Grey morning clouds in a flash
The rail yard sleeps in the haze
A city lost in a maze
Brass glass looking for the shore
Hiding what we waited for
Cold steel rails in a blur
Feel the heavy engines stir
I drove a fare through the rain
The heavy scent of the train
A copper tube on the seat
Where the fog and iron meet
Brass glass looking for the shore
Hiding what we waited for
Cold steel rails in a blur
Feel the heavy engines stir
A driver knows every street
Where the oil and water meet
I see the lens catching gold
A story left to unfold
The clock is racing the sun
The long night run is almost done
Toss the map out of the door
I cannot take it anymore
The brass is cold to the touch
We wanted far too much
The fog is thick on the track
There is no turning us back
Brass glass looking for the shore
Hiding what we waited for
Cold steel rails in a blur
Feel the heavy engines stir
One last ride to the yard
The winter wind hits us hard
Check the glass and see the line
Everything is feeling fine
Brass glass looking for the shore
Hiding what we waited for
Cold steel rails in a blur
Feel the heavy engines stir
Wait for the light
Wait for the light
Just watch the line
