Cold Chisel - Dresden Lyrics

The morning breeze is off and gone
The winding factory streets are clean
Old ladies put the kettle on
And all-night lechers pause and lean

On gray shop windows, everywhere
A deeper hum is in the air
Hotel room, drifter leaves no clues

He rides a freight-train out of town
And whistles at the icy rime
The cattle float like thistle-downs
And God is on the edge of time

Somewhere behind a siren wails
The freight-train soars above the rails
The traveler, he's hard as nails
As the train sweeps down the line

The salmon season's here to stay
And etched into each shoulder-bone
The mark of Cain is on display
As stone above each measured stone

Old Dresden burns above the breeze
The traveler, he's on his knees
He's watching sledge-wings dip and play
So far above the holy throne, Dresden blues