Old boards scrape the grey stone floor
I can't keep the wind at the door
Rough wheels spin a rattling song
Where the heavy iron bells belong
Clatter on the concrete floor
Give me one more race once more
Rolling fast against the light
Chasing down the edge of night
Salt air bites the warehouse wall
Watch the rusted metal beams fall
Scuffed wood slides on frozen grit
This is where the wild sparks hit
Clatter on the concrete floor
Give me one more race once more
Rolling fast against the light
Chasing down the edge of night
Steel toes kick the gravel spray
Turn the midnight into the day
Hard turns leave a blackened streak
While the old wooden axles squeak
Clatter on the concrete floor
Give me one more race once more
Rolling fast against the light
Chasing down the edge of night
Oil stains mark the landing zone
Far away from the beacon stone
One last glide on the empty bay
Before the morning turns to grey
Clatter on the concrete floor
Give me one more race once more
Rolling fast against the light
Chasing down the edge of night
Roll on home.
Concrete tide.