Track Insight / Lyrics
Cold steel leaning on a brick wall
Waiting for the winter rain to fall
Peeling paint on the depot door
I don't move my wheels here anymore
Coffee stains on a greasy tray
Watch the diesel engines drift away
Salty air eats the chrome and wire
Burning slow like a charcoal fire
I am the iron, I am the rust
Turning my silver back into dust
Locked in a rhythm, stuck in the clay
Watching the city fade into gray
Old man leans with a cigarette
Telling stories he hasn't told yet
Heavy boots on the gravel floor
I don't hear the whistles anymore
I am the iron, I am the rust
Turning my silver back into dust
Locked in a rhythm, stuck in the clay
Watching the city fade into gray
The chain is frozen, the gears are tight
I watch the distant flicker of light
One heavy thump of a midnight train
Wash away the grease and the stain
Spoke is bent like a crooked line
Tangled up in a dead ivy vine
Oil drips on the concrete slab
Everything I have is just a grab
Spoonfuls of sugar in a ceramic cup
Wait for the morning sun to wake up
Soot on the siding, black on the white
Hiding away from the neon light
I am the iron, I am the rust
Turning my silver back into dust
Locked in a rhythm, stuck in the clay
Watching the city fade into gray
Just a piece of junk.
Slowly turning gray.
Just rust.
