You step out in the blue air
Cold wind catches your thin hair
Two brown gloves in your right hand
Walking slow on the grey sand
Leather gloves on the gravel road
Carrying a heavy load
Gleaming in the purple haze
Ending all the winter days
The headlights cut the deep night
Painting every stone in white
You hold the leather tight and fast
Waiting for the hour to pass
Leather gloves on the gravel road
Carrying a heavy load
Gleaming in the purple haze
Ending all the winter days
A driver knows the way home
Through the valley where we roam
The driveway curves like a long line
Underneath the cedar pine
Leather gloves on the gravel road
Carrying a heavy load
Gleaming in the purple haze
Ending all the winter days
The meter stops and the clock stays
Lost inside the twilight glaze
A steady hand on a cold wheel
Searching for a truth that is real
You leave the car by the gate
The hour is getting very late
Brown leather shines in the dim glow
While the evening breezes blow
Leather gloves on the gravel road
Carrying a heavy load
Gleaming in the purple haze
Ending all the winter days
Just a pair of leather gloves. On the gravel.
(Humming)