The meter is running on rust
The red sand is turning to dust
I drive through the heat of the day
Where iron and sulfur both sway
Pump the steel through the Martian vein
Heavy gold and a burning rain
Hold the line while the pistons beat
In the glare of the foundry heat
The furnace is screaming a tune
Underneath a pale copper moon
I've seen every fare in this town
Where the molten river runs down
Pump the steel through the Martian vein
Heavy gold and a burning rain
Hold the line while the pistons beat
In the glare of the foundry heat
The gears grind a slow steady wheel
Turning the rock into steel
A driver knows when to let go
When the white hot currents will flow
Break the chain or the fire will rise
Smoke is filling the orange skies
One last turn of the heavy key
Set the glowing river out free
A coin for the man at the gate
Working the forge and the fate
The pistons are pumping in time
Like a heavy and rhythmic chime
Pump the steel through the Martian vein
Heavy gold and a burning rain
Hold the line while the pistons beat
In the glare of the foundry heat
The road is a river of glass
Watching the burning hours pass
I'll take you back to the old shore
Until the great hammers roar more
Pump the steel through the Martian vein
Heavy gold and a burning rain
Hold the line while the pistons beat
In the glare of the foundry heat
Red tide, red tide.
The meter stops here.
