Meter clicks slow on empty streets
Leather cracked beneath my seat
Fare went cold three hours past
Night holds tight and moves too fast
Rust and rosin on the wire
Songs rise up through smoke and fire
Workshop yard keeps holding on
Long after the work is gone
Bow hair frayed on splintered wood
Case lies open where I stood
Weeds climb up the chain-link fence
Time don't ask for recompense
Rust and rosin on the wire
Songs rise up through smoke and fire
Workshop yard keeps holding on
Long after the work is gone
Wipers sweep the glass again
City lights blur into rain
Proverb says the road don't lie
Wheels keep turning, days go by
Rust and rosin on the wire
Songs rise up through smoke and fire
Workshop yard keeps holding on
Long after the work is gone
Hammers rest on wooden bench
Fiddle sings from wooden trench
Cab idles at the corner light
Two souls share the same night
Rosin dust on calloused thumb
Melody becomes the sum
Of every hand that shaped this steel
Every wound that time can heal
Rust and rosin on the wire
Songs rise up through smoke and fire
Workshop yard keeps holding on
Long after the work is gone
Music stays when dawn comes on
Engine hums low at midnight stop
Rain taps steady on the roof