Yellow paint is peeling off his chest
Iron joints that never get a rest
Walking through the alkali and salt
Walking till his gears come to a halt
He hums a tune of copper and oil
While the red dirt starts to bubble and boil
He waves a hand at a dead cactus spine
Everything is looking just fine
He is the Rusty Gold of the waste
A tin man with a salty metal taste
Chattering loud in a desert of blue
Looking for a friend and a view
He collects the bottle caps in a bin
Metal skin is wearing paper thin
Counting every mile on a broken dial
Walking with a wide electric smile
He hums a tune of copper and oil
While the red dirt starts to bubble and boil
He waves a hand at a dead cactus spine
Everything is looking just fine
He is the Rusty Gold of the waste
A tin man with a salty metal taste
Chattering loud in a desert of blue
Looking for a friend and a view
Found a broken lens in the orange sand
Screwing it in with a shaking hand
He talks to the wind like it knows his name
Playing a lonely mechanical game
The sky turns purple and the air gets cold
Stories of the circuit board are told
He doesn't mind the grit in his gear
He is the only soul left here
He is the Rusty Gold of the waste
A tin man with a salty metal taste
Chattering loud in a desert of blue
Looking for a friend and a view
Oil leaks like coffee on a diner floor
Searching for a latch on a locked steel door
He chirps a little song to a passing crow
Nowhere left for a robot to go
He is the Rusty Gold of the waste
A tin man with a salty metal taste
Chattering loud in a desert of blue
Looking for a friend and a view
Just a piece of junk in the sun
Rusty Gold, having all the fun
(Harmonica fade)
Rusty Gold!
