Dresden Lyrics - Cold Chisel

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 

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