Iron wheels on a frozen rail
My red paint is thin and pale
I roll slow through the winter haze
Counting down the empty days
Silver screen in the open air
Cold white light and a vacant stare
Rusty steel on a gravel floor
I don't carry the coal no more
Tall white towers of concrete gray
Where the families used to stay
Empty lots where the headlights glowed
Back when oil hit the open road
Silver screen in the open air
Cold white light and a vacant stare
Rusty steel on a gravel floor
I don't carry the coal no more
Broken glass on a ticket booth
Hard cold metal is the only truth
Salty wind from a distant shore
I can't hear the engine roar
Silver screen in the open air
Cold white light and a vacant stare
Rusty steel on a gravel floor
I don't carry the coal no more
Oil stains on a concrete square
Frozen wind in the winter air
I stop short by the projector beam
Waking up from a heavy dream
Lamps go dark in the harbor town
While the winter snow settles down
I am just a heavy ghost of gold
In a world that has grown too cold
Silver screen in the open air
Cold white light and a vacant stare
Rusty steel on a gravel floor
I don't carry the coal no more
Cold steel, silver screen
Cold steel, silver screen