Peeling paint in a pale yellow hue
Waiting here for a signal brand new
Steel is red and my axles are slow
Watching how the wild clover will grow
Rust and root in a sun-faded glow
Where the slow moving freight cars all go
Iron skin and a heart made of clay
Waiting for the light of a new day
Tarweeds push through the cracks in the floor
I can't find where I left the old door
Oxalis blooms in the oil and the grit
Searching for a place where the rhythms fit
Sanding down all the edges of time
Climbing up through the ivy and lime
Ancient tracks keep a steady old beat
Feeling heat on my heavy steel feet
Rust and root in a sun-faded glow
Where the slow moving freight cars all go
Iron skin and a heart made of clay
Waiting for the light of a new day
Call it Latin, call it green and gold
Stories that the heavy sleepers hold
Sinking deep in the loam and the mud
Feeling summer rush through my iron blood
Brass and chrome in a dusty old hall
Writing names on a crumbling brick wall
Sedges sway in a rhythmic soft breeze
Bending low like the old willow trees
Rust and root in a sun-faded glow
Where the slow moving freight cars all go
Iron skin and a heart made of clay
Waiting for the light of a new day
Siding gold, iron cold.
Siding gold, iron cold.
Rust and root.
