Red paint peels off in the gray
Iron wheels roll far away
Cold fog clings to every spoke
Winter air smells like wet smoke
I am the rust on the rail
Waiting for wind in a sail
Locked in a silver alloy
Forgotten like a broken toy
Rubber tires flat on the grit
Tangled wires where the birds sit
Chrome is dull and turning black
Sinking deep in a gravel track
Oil drips slow on a concrete floor
Wind slams shut a warehouse door
Heavy chains rattle in the breeze
Metal shaking like winter trees
I am the rust on the rail
Waiting for wind in a sail
Locked in a silver alloy
Forgotten like a broken toy
Flash of a lens in the dark
One quick snap and a tiny spark
Blue light hits the frozen gear
Sprinting fast and drawing near
Brake pads grip the frozen steel
Screaming loud on a spinning wheel
One last ride to the city line
Crossing over a danger sign
I am the rust on the rail
Waiting for wind in a sail
Locked in a silver alloy
Forgotten like a broken toy
Rust on the rail
Rust on the rail
Rust on the rail