Track Insight / Lyrics
You climb the stairs to the attic room
Where the old pine boards smell of bloom
You carry the wrench and the heavy key
Waiting for the world to set you free
You tighten the string till the pitch is right
Holding your breath in the gray morning light
You watch the street from the glass in the wall
Waiting for the summer heat to call
Oh, you catch the sun on a golden wire
Turning the cold into a holy fire
Swaying in the wind of a wide open road
Leaving behind every heavy load
The coffee is black in a plastic cup
You wait for the yellow sun to wake up
The hammer is steady, the tuning is true
The morning is fresh and the sky is blue
Oh, you catch the sun on a golden wire
Turning the cold into a holy fire
Swaying in the wind of a wide open road
Leaving behind every heavy load
Steel strings humming in a wooden chest
Give the tired spirit a place to rest
Kick off the boots and just let it go
Watch how the river begins to flow
You look at the valley, the red dirt track
Once you leave the house you never look back
The pedal steel cries like a lonely bird
The loudest song that you ever heard
You pack up the kit and you lock the door
You don't need the attic or the dusty floor
The engine is humming a low steady beat
Running away from the city heat
Oh, you catch the sun on a golden wire
Turning the cold into a holy fire
Swaying in the wind of a wide open road
Leaving behind every heavy load
Just a golden wire. Roll on home.
Roll on home.
