You pull up where the switchyard breathes cold steel
Pale wings fold on a rusted rail tie
Meter ticks while the city learns to heal
Moth don't care for the hours passing by
Dust on the dash tells a thousand rides
Wings like tissue caught in sodium glow
Engine hums where the lonely track divides
You watch it rest where the cold winds blow
Rain slicks the windshield, blurs the signal light
Fare in the back seat stares at his shoes
Moth stays put through the grinding of the night
Wisdom comes in the strangest of views
Dust on the dash tells a thousand rides
Wings like tissue caught in sodium glow
Engine hums where the lonely track divides
You watch it rest where the cold winds blow
Old hands know every pothole, every bend
Proverbs rise like steam from the grate
Moth lifts slow, doesn't need to pretend
Freedom's just another heavy weight
Headlights cut through the low-hanging shroud
Wings catch air like a prayer released
Radio static, no human sound
Peace found where the iron beast ceased
Dust on the dash tells a thousand rides
Wings like tissue caught in sodium glow
Engine hums where the lonely track divides
You watch it rest where the cold winds blow
Fog lifts slow as the dawn breaks pale and thin
Rail yard wakes with a clatter and groan
You drop the fare where the day begins
Moth's gone where the wild winds have flown
Dust on the dash tells a thousand rides
Wings like tissue caught in sodium glow
Engine hums where the lonely track divides
You watch it rest where the cold winds blow
Meter resets for the next soul to ride
Steam rises slow from the morning coffee cup
Some passengers never step inside
They just rest where the rails interrupt
Dust on the dash tells a thousand rides
Wings like tissue caught in sodium glow
Engine hums where the lonely track divides
You watch it rest where the cold winds blow
Pale wings vanish in the morning light