Track Insight / Lyrics
Hound pads slow on cinder bed
Nose to wind where signals bleed
Eyes catch glow from switchman's shed
Pale as bone on gravel seed
Fog hound walks the iron line
Where diesel dreams and shadows twine
No master's whistle calls him home
Just rhythm in the chrome and foam
Boxcar doors yawn wide and dark
He slips inside on quiet paws
Dreams of rabbits, quail, and lark
Not steel wheels or iron jaws
Fog hound walks the iron line
Where diesel dreams and shadows twine
No master's whistle calls him home
Just rhythm in the chrome and foam
Dawn paints rust in copper streaks
Yard dogs bark at shift change bell
He lifts his head, no word he speaks
Just follows where the tracks compel
Fog hound walks the iron line
Where diesel dreams and shadows twine
No master's whistle calls him home
Just rhythm in the chrome and foam
Switchman throws a scrap of meat
He takes it gentle, doesn't stay
Four a.m. coffee, bitter-sweet
He melts back in the gray
Night returns with halogen glare
His silhouette on signal glass
A ghost the timetables wear
Each mile a prayer in passing mass
Fog hound walks the iron line
Where diesel dreams and shadows twine
No master's whistle calls him home
Just rhythm in the chrome and foam
Fog hound walks the iron line
Where diesel dreams and shadows twine
Steel wheels hum through midnight haze
He's gone before the morning raises
Just rust and steel on frozen stones
