Dropped on the curb by a steel blue door
Black hide is soaking and craving more
Cold oil is leaking from a broken line
Hiding in puddles of a chemical shine
Watching the boots of a corporate ghost
Walking the wire from the west to the coast
Smeared with the grit of a hundred dead miles
Hiding the truth in the chrome-plated files
Oh, leather and oil in the midnight rain
Holding the grip of a heavy iron chain
Wait for the spark and the roar of the heat
Counting the heartbeats of a concrete street
Tossed in the gutter with a rusted old key
Longing for fingers and a way to be free
Scent of the diesel and the burnt rubber tire
Waiting for someone to light up the fire
Oh, leather and oil in the midnight rain
Holding the grip of a heavy iron chain
Wait for the spark and the roar of the heat
Counting the heartbeats of a concrete street
Torn at the seam where the stitching is thin
Letting the salt and the winter wind in
A hard-handed grip is the only true goal
To feel the vibration of a thunderous roll
Slick with the grease of a midnight machine
Seeing the city in a flicker of green
Lying so still while the sirens all scream
Tangled inside of a gasoline dream
Someone leans down with a calloused old palm
Breaking the spell of the heavy night calm
Snatched from the wet and the cold alley floor
Ready to open a wide open door
Oh, leather and oil in the midnight rain
Holding the grip of a heavy iron chain
Wait for the spark and the roar of the heat
Counting the heartbeats of a concrete street
Just leather and oil.
Ride it home now.
(Harmonica fade)
