Last Light on the Line

My boots echo down the empty aisle

Thirty years gone in a quiet mile

Remembering Dad by the copper press

Teaching me how to work the stress My first paycheck in seventy-nine

I bought a ring for that girl of mine

(mhm) We had our fights and we had our laughs

Spilt coffee on the blueprint drafts

Sweated through the summer heat Just to put bread on the table

to eat

I gave this place

my younger years

Paid the rent

with sweat and tears

Built a life

with these two hands

On the concrete where I stand

Now the modern world is moving on

The whistles quiet and the old crew's gone

We raised the kids and we paid the truck

Through seasons of grace and hard luck

(yeah) I gave this place

my younger years

Paid the rent

with sweat and tears

Built a life

with these two hands

On the concrete where I stand

I shut the locker and I turn the key

Walking out with pride in me

(ooh, with pride in me)