I drove the night in a yellow cab
The city air felt cold and drab
I saw the steam in the mountain haze
A ghost of steel from the older days
Screaming loud on a narrow track
Once it leaves there is no turning back
Durango steam rolling through the pine
Crossing over that silver line
The fare was late and the meter ran
I drove the route for a broken man
He pointed west to the canyon floor
Where the black smoke opens up a door
Screaming loud on a narrow track
Once it leaves there is no turning back
Durango steam rolling through the pine
Crossing over that silver line
The wind is sharp like a razor blade
The price of gold is a heavy trade
I keep the wheel in a steady grip
While the heavy iron starts to slip
Screaming loud on a narrow track
Once it leaves there is no turning back
Durango steam rolling through the pine
Crossing over that silver line
I know the roads and I know the rain
I know the weight of a heavy chain
The whistle cuts through the morning grey
To chase the dark of the night away
Piston pounding on a rhythmic beat
Burning coal in the summer heat
Racing fast as the sun wakes up
Drinking deep from a copper cup
The engine roars like a lion's pride
I take the turn for a wilder ride
The narrow gauge is a winding thread
Before the sky turns a crimson red
Screaming loud on a narrow track
Once it leaves there is no turning back
Durango steam rolling through the pine
Crossing over that silver line
Rolling through the pine
Crossing that silver line
