Track Insight / Lyrics
He parks the rig on Maple Street
The cab cools down in evening heat
Ten hours gone on Interstate
Boots hit the pavement, steady beat
Iron ladder, cold and bright
Holds the heavy half of night
Alto breath in dusk's pale light
Rust prayers rise where grace begins
Gravel crunches under heel
Twenty years since Sunday kneel
Stained glass memory, fragile, real
Hymnal pages, yellowed steel
Neon sign at Joe's Diner glows
Reflects in chrome where exhaust flows
He checks the tires, pressure low
Climbs the rungs where cool air blows
Iron ladder, cold and bright
Holds the heavy half of night
Alto breath in dusk's pale light
Rust prayers rise where grace begins
No congregation left to hear
Just the rumble drawing near
Faith is measured out in gear
And the silence that he steers
City sleeps on concrete skin
He descends the iron rung
Cab awaits the dawn again
Engine turns, a low amen
Iron ladder, cold and bright
Holds the heavy half of night
Alto breath in dusk's pale light
Rust prayers rise where grace begins
Low amen on summer wind
Rust prayers rise where grace begins
Iron ladder, cold and bright
Fade out on the engine hum
