Copper Keys

Morning train rattles down the bend Casting shadows where the rails all end I got a pocket full of copper keys Looking for a lock that sets me free Oh, hold the line until the current breaks Hear the rattle that the river makes We keep moving through the amber light Holding steady on the edge of night Second bell is calling from the yard Old machine is working twice as hard Wipe the dust from off the window pane Watch the weather turn to summer rain