You pull the brake on the gravel road
You leave behind the heavy load
The depot stands in a coat of grey
Where all the colors washed away
Peeling white paint on the siding wall
Watch as the rusted iron beams fall
Step off the cab to the quiet ground
Where the ghost of the engine is found
You touch the wood of the ticket gate
You arrived here a little too late
The clock is frozen at half past four
Right by the hinges of the open door
Peeling white paint on the siding wall
Watch as the rusted iron beams fall
Step off the cab to the quiet ground
Where the ghost of the engine is found
You see the oil on the concrete floor
A silver stain from a long gone war
The wind is humming a low steady tune
Under the light of a midday moon
Peeling white paint on the siding wall
Watch as the rusted iron beams fall
Step off the cab to the quiet ground
Where the ghost of the engine is found
Your hands are calloused and your skin is brown
Far from the noise of the city town
The highway calls with a steady beat
But here you find a momentary retreat
You climb back in to the driver's seat
The summer air is a heavy heat
You shift the gear and you roll away
Leaving the depot to fade in the day
Peeling white paint on the siding wall
Watch as the rusted iron beams fall
Step off the cab to the quiet ground
Where the ghost of the engine is found
Just peeling white paint.
Roll on down the road.
Just peeling white paint.
