Track Insight / Lyrics
Old steel frame in the weeds
Sown with wild clover seeds
Peeling paint on the wall
Where the grey maples fall
Black loam climbs up the side
Where the heavy beams hide
Sinking deep in the clay
Waiting for a new day
Iron root, iron rust
Turning gold into dust
Still he stands in the rain
Holding on to the chain
Tarweed grows by the wheel
Greening over the steel
Cattails line the old track
Where the trains won't come back
Black loam climbs up the side
Where the heavy beams hide
Sinking deep in the clay
Waiting for a new day
Iron root, iron rust
Turning gold into dust
Still he stands in the rain
Holding on to the chain
Sedge and moss find a home
In the red oxide loam
Latin names on the leaf
Writing songs of a grief
The depot skin is thin
Letting all the wind in
Cold brass bells start to ring
While the summer birds sing
Iron root, iron rust
Turning gold into dust
Still he stands in the rain
Holding on to the chain
Sinking low in the mire
Like a cold winter fire
Deep roots grip the old floor
By the wide open door
Iron root, iron rust
Turning gold into dust
Still he stands in the rain
Holding on to the chain
Holding on to the chain.
Iron root, iron rust.
Just a pile of rust.
