Diesel scent on a wool blend coat
Copper coins in a heavy throat
Standing still where the tiles are grey
Counting hours till the break of day
He is guarding the midnight line
Waiting for a distant sign
Diesel heart in a city cave
Watching for the rolling wave
Steel rail hums like a prairie wind
Where the city and the highway blend
Boot soles worn from a thousand miles
Staring down the empty tiles
He is guarding the midnight line
Waiting for a distant sign
Diesel heart in a city cave
Watching for the rolling wave
Coffee cold in a paper cup
Looking low then he looks back up
No one here but the ghost of steam
Waking slow from a trucker's dream
He is guarding the midnight line
Waiting for a distant sign
Diesel heart in a city cave
Watching for the rolling wave
Iron wheels bring a sudden roar
Opening a heavy sliding door
He steps back with a steady hand
Stranger in a concrete land
He is guarding the midnight line
Waiting for a distant sign
Diesel heart in a city cave
Watching for the rolling wave
Rolling wave Rolling wave
Just a sign in the grey
