Atticus Finch - The Gold And The Gray текст песни

Don't fault the foreman
Just call the priest
Solace your worries:
This too will cease
Hum the lesson
That's bled the years
To trust the engines
And nurse the gears

You've been my comfort, yes
You've been my stone, yes
I've been lonely
But not alone

I'd like to weather the crowd again
And throw my smile to the dancing girls
We'd take the 14 downtown
And swallow the city
So bring down the lights
Release the night sky
This factory ceiling
From where I lie
I'd swear that they sounded the whistle
That we can sigh of quitting time
And all the banter boys
Beneath their lampposts
To laugh us home again (3x)

Is it gold or is it gray?
Is it gold or is it gray? (I forgot to tell you)
Is it gold or is it gray? (I forgot to tell you)
Is it gold or is it gray?