I sink deep in the black grit
Where the heavy diesel spills
Every rusted link is fit
To the rhythm of the hills
Hold the line in the yellow glow
Keep the drifting spirits low
Iron root in the asphalt clay
Waiting for the break of day
Like a seed in the dry sand
I have learned to wait and stay
Guarding this forgotten land
While the travelers drift away
Salty crust on a cold chain
Heavy weight in the midnight air
Drinking in the sudden rain
With a patient, metal stare
Hold the line in the yellow glow
Keep the drifting spirits low
Iron root in the asphalt clay
Waiting for the break of day
Sideritis in the weed
Something wild begins to grow
Giving all the salt it needs
While the diesel engines go
I am anchored to the floor
Of a lot where no one sleeps
Watching by the sliding door
While the weary traveler weeps
Hold the line in the yellow glow
Keep the drifting spirits low
Iron root in the asphalt clay
Waiting for the break of day
Sinking deep in the oil.
Iron root in the soil.
