Chrome is cold against the wall
Shadows stretch across the hall
I can see the valley floor
Waiting by the attic door
Catch the gold before it goes
Where the quiet river flows
Ride the line of early day
Wash the heavy grey away
Rubber tires smell like the rain
Glass is humming in the pane
Tied my laces tight and neat
Ready for the waking street
Catch the gold before it goes
Where the quiet river flows
Ride the line of early day
Wash the heavy grey away
Copper wires and rusted nails
Wind is filling invisible sails
Sipping tea from a chipped blue cup
Watching as the sun comes up
Catch the gold before it goes
Where the quiet river flows
Ride the line of early day
Wash the heavy grey away
Steel and leather, oil and gear
The open road is drawing near
One last look at the ceiling beam
Waking from a heavy dream
Pedal fast to find the crest
Put the city noise to rest
Higher now than the maple tree
Finally the air is free
Brakes are humming a steady tune
Gone is the pale ghost of the moon
Saddle worn and the frame is thin
This is where the miles begin
Catch the gold before it goes
Where the quiet river flows
Ride the line of early day
Wash the heavy grey away
Golden spoke, golden light
Ride away into the white
