You lean your bike on a rusted gate
The purple sky says it's getting late
Your tires are caked in a greyish clay
You watched the daylight just drift away
The air turns cold on your shaking skin
The evening tide is rolling in
You stand so still in the dying glow
With nowhere left for a soul to go
You're lingering on the gravel line
Waiting for a hidden holy sign
The stones are white and the wind is keen
The strangest sight that I've ever seen
I've driven miles through the city heat
I know the rhythm of a lonely street
But you're a ghost in a nylon vest
Looking for a place to take a rest
The air turns cold on your shaking skin
The evening tide is rolling in
You stand so still in the dying glow
With nowhere left for a soul to go
You're lingering on the gravel line
Waiting for a hidden holy sign
The stones are white and the wind is keen
The strangest sight that I've ever seen
A single lamp flickers by the door
You've been out here for an hour or more
The chain is loose and the spokes are thin
You're wearing patience like a second skin
One wrong turn and you lose the track
A heavy load on a bending back
The road is long and the map is torn
A tired traveler, weathered and worn
You're lingering on the gravel line
Waiting for a hidden holy sign
The stones are white and the wind is keen
The strangest sight that I've ever seen
The moon climbs up over cedar trees
You're shaking hard in the midnight breeze
The fare is free if you walk away
Before the night turns into the day
You're lingering on the gravel line
Waiting for a hidden holy sign
The stones are white and the wind is keen
The strangest sight that I've ever seen
Just move along now.
Leave the gravel behind.
Drive away.
