Diesel humming in the cold morning air
Counting miles while the highway is bare
Coffee steaming in a Styrofoam cup
Waiting for the yellow sun to wake up
And I see that golden attic pane
Lighting up through the soft silver rain
A single window catching every ray
Turning midnight into a brand new day
Chrome and steel in a heavy metal line
Watching markers on a faded white sign
Sixteen gears and a heavy load to haul
While the winter wind begins its long call
Old pine floors and a trunk by the door
I can't tell what I am searching for more
Wooden beams holding secrets in the wall
Where the autumn leaves are starting to fall
And I see that golden attic pane
Lighting up through the soft silver rain
A single window catching every ray
Turning midnight into a brand new day
Shift the gear and I slow down the pace
Searching for a long forgotten face
Just a glimpse of a light in the height
Breaking through the velvet weight of the night
I pull over by the edge of the town
Where the heavy maple branches hang down
One last look at the glow in the glass
Before I let the ghost of the morning pass
And I see that golden attic pane
Lighting up through the soft silver rain
A single window catching every ray
Turning midnight into a brand new day
Golden attic pane.
Just a single ray.
Drive away.
