Down the Line

Skin of fire, bones of coal
These piston arms are born to roll
Down, down the line
You don’t find it, it finds you
If you don’t drive, it’s what you do
Down, down the line
I see an open stage
A crowd of people sit and wait
Oh my fingers burn
Mother, dear, please don’t be hurt
For if i stay i won’t be heard
And oh my fingers burn
Focus on the work at hand
Twisting bolts upon the plan
Down, down the line
Heavy is this steady wage
Pulls the sun down on the day
Down, down the line
Saturday morning was a hell of a crash
But you've gotta keep rolling on the trail of cash