Track Insight / Lyrics
An iron anchor hits the floor
By the open station door
Peeling paint in shades of white
Turning grey in morning light
Drag the iron, feel the weight
Heavy chain and rusted fate
Tracing lines on wooden grain
Waiting for the midnight train
Old red benches rot away
Where the tired travelers stay
Salted wind and winter cold
Stories that the rails have told
Silver tracks are frozen deep
While the sleeping townspeople sleep
Cold black steel and heavy stone
Walking through the yard alone
Drag the iron, feel the weight
Heavy chain and rusted fate
Tracing lines on wooden grain
Waiting for the midnight train
The lamp is dim, the glass is thin
Let the winter wind come in
Pull the rope and hold the line
Cross the border, cross the sign
Scrape the floor and carve a name
Every winter feels the same
Anchor holds the depot fast
Built of iron made to last
Drag the iron, feel the weight
Heavy chain and rusted fate
Tracing lines on wooden grain
Waiting for the midnight train
Drag it slow, drag it low.
Iron anchor, let it go.
