You lean on the rusted chrome door
Your boots on the oil-slicked floor
The fog rolls in thick and gray
To hide the dying light of day
Wait for the whistle to blow
Watch where the iron tracks go
Deep in the salt and the grime
Counting the seconds of time
You smell the burnt diesel and pine
You trace a long crooked white line
The rail yard is heavy and still
A ghost on a cold winter hill
Wait for the whistle to blow
Watch where the iron tracks go
Deep in the salt and the grime
Counting the seconds of time
A yellow cab idling in place
The wind hits the lines on your face
You see the black engine roll near
The sound is the only thing clear
Wait for the whistle to blow
Watch where the iron tracks go
Deep in the salt and the grime
Counting the seconds of time
Steel on steel makes a scream
Tearing through a midnight dream
Cold rain hits the windshield glass
Waiting for the heavy load to pass
You turn the key and start the ride
With nowhere left for you to hide
The signal light flashes a red
While all of the city's in bed
Wait for the whistle to blow
Watch where the iron tracks go
Deep in the salt and the grime
Counting the seconds of time
Just a man and his wheel
Sinking into the steel
Sinking into the steel.
