I sit by the attic pane
Watching for the summer rain
Iron skin and orange hue
Waiting for a view that's new
Golden rust in the morning sun
Where the heavy freight lines run
Catch the flash of a camera lens
Where the lonely railway ends
Peeling paint like old dry skin
Letting all the daylight in
Brakes that scream a heavy sound
Sinking deep into the ground
Golden rust in the morning sun
Where the heavy freight lines run
Catch the flash of a camera lens
Where the lonely railway ends
Buses roll through town below
Moving fast while I stay slow
Steel and oil and salted air
I am frozen in a stare
Golden rust in the morning sun
Where the heavy freight lines run
Catch the flash of a camera lens
Where the lonely railway ends
Silver tracks that lead away
To a bright and burning day
Copper wires and wooden beams
Tearing through the quiet seams
Shattered glass and yellow chrome
Finding out a place called home
Hold the frame and lock the sight
Turning gray into the light
I am just a heavy shell
Ringing like a rusted bell
Watch the girl with the plastic case
Capturing my weathered face
Golden rust in the morning sun
Where the heavy freight lines run
Catch the flash of a camera lens
Where the lonely railway ends
Golden rust, golden light
Lock the frame, hold it tight
(Oh-oh-oh)
Golden rust
