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 grey 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 traveller, 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 traveller, he's on his knees
He's watching sledge-wings dip and play
So far above the holy throne
Dresden blues . . .
- :
- The Perfect Crime
- No Plans
- All For You (Single)
- The Last Wave of Summer
- Twentieth Century
- Circus Animals
- East
- Breakfast At Sweethearts
- Cold Chisel
- Miscellaneous
- Chisel
- Non-Album Releases
- The Best Of Cold Chisel - All For You
- Teenage Love
- The Complete Cold Chisel
- The Perfect Crime (Deluxe)
- Ringside
- Besides
- Covered
- Last Stand (Live)