Iron rails run cold and deep
While the sleeping city sleep
I am leaning on a wall
Waiting for the dew to fall
Humming low in the grey
Waiting for a sunny day
Chrome and fog in the yard
Keeping watch and standing guard
Rubber tires turn to stone
Left out here to rust alone
Silver paint is peeling thin
Let the heavy mist begin
Humming low in the grey
Waiting for a sunny day
Chrome and fog in the yard
Keeping watch and standing guard
Oil drops on the gravel floor
I don't move here anymore
Steel is singing to the wind
Where the railway lines begin
Spokes are spinning in my head
Dreams of roads that I once tread
Break the chain and feel the heat
Running fast on concrete street
Copper bells begin to ring
Hear the heavy metal sing
Fog is lifting from the track
There is no more looking back
Humming low in the grey
Waiting for a sunny day
Chrome and fog in the yard
Keeping watch and standing guard
Gears are turning once again
Washing off the winter stain
Brakes are screaming for a ride
Open up the gates inside
Humming low in the grey
Waiting for a sunny day
Chrome and fog in the yard
Keeping watch and standing guard
Chrome and fog, chrome and fog.
Rolling home.