I lay here by the iron rail
The morning mist is cold and pale
My seams are ripping at the wrist
Lost inside a silver twist
Leather gloves on a frozen floor
I can't hold the heat no more
Slipping slow in the winter gray
Watching all the trains drift away
I remember a steady grip
Before the heavy leather slip
Salty skin and a coffee cup
Waiting for the sun to wake up
Stitch by stitch I come undone
Hiding from the rising sun
Oil stains on a weathered hide
Nowhere left for me to hide
Leather gloves on a frozen floor
I can't hold the heat no more
Slipping slow in the winter gray
Watching all the trains drift away
The freight cars hum a heavy sound
Pressing deep into the ground
Cold wind bites through the open air
Left behind with a vacant stare
One hand gone and the other torn
Weary since the day I was born
Grease and grit in the railway mud
Cold as ice in the winter flood
Leather gloves on a frozen floor
I can't hold the heat no more
Slipping slow in the winter gray
Watching all the trains drift away
Just a pair on the gravel line
Running out of borrowed time (Drift away)
(Slipping slow)