White paint peels off the station wall
Brown leaves scatter and start to fall
He sits low on a wooden seat
Watching boots walking down the street
Rubbing leather till it glows
Where the quiet river flows
Buff it bright and make it shine
Walking on a faded line
Old hands hold a heavy brush
In the midday midday hush
Black wax melts in a little tin
Where the stories of travel begin
Rubbing leather till it glows
Where the quiet river flows
Buff it bright and make it shine
Walking on a faded line
Steel tracks stretch to a silver blur
Hear the diesel engine purr
He ignores the rushing train
Working through the summer rain
Rubbing leather till it glows
Where the quiet river flows
Buff it bright and make it shine
Walking on a faded line
Suede and calfskin on the floor
Open wide the workshop door
He remembers how it used to feel
Turning gold on a heavy wheel
Click the shutter keep the frame
Every face without a name
Silver grain and sudden light
Keeping every detail bright
The clock ticks on the depot beam
Waking up from a heavy dream
One last polish on a worn out shoe
Something old and something new
Rubbing leather till it glows
Where the quiet river flows
Buff it bright and make it shine
Walking on a faded line
Just a snapshot in the gray
Keep the color for a day Faded line
Faded line
