Chrome is flashing in the heat
Rubber humming on the street
He is riding fast and lean
Through a valley gold and green
Peeling white paint on the wall
Waiting for the rain to fall
Iron tracks are turning red
Where the heavy engines led
Old depot is standing still
Sinking low against the hill
He stops short beside the gate
Coming back a little late
Peeling white paint on the wall
Waiting for the rain to fall
Iron tracks are turning red
Where the heavy engines led
Silver spokes begin to spin
Let the lonely trip begin
Wooden planks are dry and grey
Where the trains all sailed away
Peeling white paint on the wall
Waiting for the rain to fall
Iron tracks are turning red
Where the heavy engines led
Brake pads grip the gravel ground
Not a single human sound
One last look at rusted beams
Slicing through the midday beams
Peeling white paint on the wall
Waiting for the rain to fall
Iron tracks are turning red
Where the heavy engines led
Ride it out now Ride it out
Peeling white paint
