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
