Tires kiss my plated skin
Fog lifts slow where wheels begin
Meter clicks a dying hymn
Driver hums on worn-out rim
I hold the weight of passing years
Count each fare and fallen tears
Cables sing in alto range
River knows my steel heart's change
Wooden bench holds folded coat
Thermos steam and morning note
Radio plays static psalms
Dashboard saints and vinyl palms
I hold the weight of passing years
Count each fare and fallen tears
Cables sing in alto range
River knows my steel heart's change
Rust blooms orange on my bolts
Story etched in salt assaults
Pension letter in his breast
Twenty years put to the test
Mist clings low to suspension wire
Choir breath suspended higher
No congregants just current deep
Promises the water keep
I hold the weight of passing years
Count each fare and fallen tears
Cables sing in alto range
River knows my steel heart's change
Engine sighs he turns the key
Last fare logged no fee just free
Hand rests warm on vibration steel
Final route the wound to heal
Door exhales boots hit gravel path
River drinks the morning's math
Walk away don't look behind
Span remains by memory signed
I hold the weight of passing years
Count each fare and fallen tears
Cables sing in alto range
River knows my steel heart's change
Steel ribs breathe in morning tide
Home at last on iron span
