You sit on a rusted steel beam
The fog is a heavy white seam
A chip in your porcelain rim
The morning is ghostly and dim
The rails are a cold silver line
The clock on the tower is fine
You hold all the heat in your core
While waiting for one engine more
Stay steady in the morning haze
Counting down the slow railway days
Holding onto a ceramic glow
Watching all the heavy trains go
The diesel is thick in the air
A soot-colored coat that you wear
You smell like a dark roasted bean
The quietest witness I've seen
The rails are a cold silver line
The clock on the tower is fine
You hold all the heat in your core
While waiting for one engine more
Stay steady in the morning haze
Counting down the slow railway days
Holding onto a ceramic glow
Watching all the heavy trains go
A conductor shouts from the track
The iron is painted in black
You don't move a muscle or bone
A small piece of clay all alone
Warmth in the palm of a hand
Sifting through the industrial sand
One little crack near the base
Staring at this desolate place
Stay steady in the morning haze
Counting down the slow railway days
Holding onto a ceramic glow
Watching all the heavy trains go
The mist starts to lift from the yard
The winter is hitting us hard
You wait for the steam to subside
With nowhere left for us to hide
Stay steady in the morning haze
Counting down the slow railway days
Holding onto a ceramic glow
Watching all the heavy trains go
Just a mug in the grey
Watching trains drift away
Drift away.
