Iron spout kisses cracked tile floor
Water droplets count the score
Hymnal pages stuck to boiler grates
Altos hum through broken slates
Tin can pilgrim walks the platform line
Seeking ghosts in steam and brine
Every leak a psalm unspun
Rust sings loud when day is done
Copper roses bloom on dented sides
Where holy water used to hide
Conductor's whistle silent now
Baptizes the furrowed brow
Tin can pilgrim walks the platform line
Seeking ghosts in steam and brine
Every leak a psalm unspun
Rust sings loud when day is done
Pewter handle worn by faithful grip
Fingers traced the same slow drip
Choir robes hung on signal hooks
Stained by soot and sacred looks
Tin can pilgrim walks the platform line
Seeking ghosts in steam and brine
Every leak a psalm unspun
Rust sings loud when day is done
Vestibule holds the offering bowl
Coins replaced by beetle coal
Organ pipes breathe through ventilation
Metal lungs of failed salvation
No sermon left to memorize
Just rhythm in the metal sighs
Breath to spout and spout to ground
Holy noise the only sound
Sunset paints the depot gold
Water warms in metal hold
Final sprinkle on the track
Blessing steel for coming back
Tin can pilgrim walks the platform line
Seeking ghosts in steam and brine
Every leak a psalm unspun
Rust sings loud when day is done
Rust sings loud when day is done
Rust sings loud when day is done
Steel breath rises through peeled paint
Morning light finds the rusted saint