Lantern swings on the bow tonight
Signal lamps blink red and white
Timber creaks beneath the knee
Iron sings in harmony
Breath held low like choir rest
Fog presses on the chest
Half-remembered hymn lines rise
Reflected in the rail yard skies
Steel and pine in water shine
Two worlds drawn by one design
Steel and pine where light aligns
Holy ghost on coupling lines
Rust blooms orange on the flange
Water marks the wood grain range
Switchman's lamp cuts through the grey
Rowboat drifts the other way
Alto hum beneath the breath
Hymnal verses cheat the death
Fog lifts slow from rail to shore
We don't need the words no more
Steel and pine in water shine
Two worlds drawn by one design
Steel and pine where light aligns
Holy ghost on coupling lines
Prophet pads swell warm and deep
Twelve-string rings the notes we keep
Bass line walks the track bed slow
Brush snare taps the tempo low
Steel and pine in water shine
Two worlds drawn by one design
Steel and pine where light aligns
Holy ghost on
