Dust to Dawn Chorus (wersja 2)

Verse

Taxi rank hooters calling names

Steam off the pap pot, tin cup steam

Tyres roll dust into gold flame

Queue line swaying like a hymn

Route boards rattle on the wire

Grandfather's cough in the driver's tune

Feet find rhythm in the tired

Shoulders lift before noon

Pre-Chorus

Can you hear the engines pray

Every horn a drum that stays

Body waking with the load

We were carried down this road

Chorus

We rise from dust to dawn

We rise from dust to dawn

Voices calling, hands drawn

We rise from dust to dawn

Verse

Conductor's whistle cuts the haze

Coins pass warm from palm to palm

Old woman hums through the maze

Her feet remember the psalm

Diesel breath and orange light

Sneakers scuff the concrete floor

Bodies turning left to right

This rank has seen it all before

Pre-Chorus

Can you hear the engines pray

Every horn a drum that stays

Body waking with the load

We were carried down this road

Chorus

We rise from dust to dawn

We rise from dust to dawn

Voices calling, hands drawn

We rise from dust to dawn

Bridge

I am the queue that never breaks

I am the horn the morning shakes

Ancestors ride here in the noise

Every step we take is choice

Chorus

We rise from dust to dawn

We rise from dust to dawn

Voices calling, hands drawn

We rise from dust to dawn