Steel frame leans on a cedar beam
Silver paint like a broken dream
Rain hits hard on the wooden floor
Rusted lock on a heavy door
Rolling slow through the thunder sound
Heavy wheels on a shaking ground
Searching for a way to get free
Rust on the pine and a willow tree
Spokes are bent like a crooked wire
Cold wind blows like a winter fire
Black clouds hide every single star
Washing clean every jagged scar
Rolling slow through the thunder sound
Heavy wheels on a shaking ground
Searching for a way to get free
Rust on the pine and a willow tree
Leather seat with a jagged tear
Scent of pine in the heavy air
Brakes are tight on a copper chain
Sinking deep in the summer rain
Flash of light in a sudden glare
Cold wind shaking the empty air
Heavy drops on a metal bell
Story only the porch can tell
Tires spin in the muddy grit
One more spark till the match is lit
Handlebars pointing toward the west
Give the tired old engine a rest
Rolling slow through the thunder sound
Heavy wheels on a shaking ground
Searching for a way to get free
Rust on the pine and a willow tree
Water pools by the garden gate
Steel and iron can no longer wait
Push the pedal through the heavy gray
Ride the storm till the break of day
Rolling slow through the thunder sound
Heavy wheels on a shaking ground
Searching for a way to get free
Rust on the pine and a willow tree
Rust on the pine.
Rolling free.
Just the pine.