[Verse 1 - Male] Down by the rails where the whistle moans, I stir this pot in a world of my own. Gravy thick as the smoky night, With a weary grin, I hold on tight. [Verse 1 - Female] Fire’s low, but the embers glow, In the kitchen car where the secrets flow. Salt and sorrow in every taste, A lonely tune in the steam and waste. [Pre-Chorus - Both] The whistle calls, the midnight train, But I’m standing still, through the pouring rain. [Chorus - Both] Stirring gravy, slow and sweet, In this rolling world beneath my feet. Weary smiles and quiet sighs, Smoke and shadows in our eyes. Stirring gravy, tasting time, Life’s a rhythm, a freight line rhyme. [Verse 2 - Male] Bass drum heartbeat on rusty rails, Our stories lost in the night’s tall tales. Hands worn thin like the old caboose, Cooking comfort beneath the moody blues. [Verse 2 - Female] Steam and sweat in a smoky haze, We dance in the night’s soft, smoky blaze. Grinding gears and a soulful tune, Under the watch of a weary moon. [Pre-Chorus - Both] The whistle calls, the midnight train, But I’m standing still, through the pouring rain. [Chorus - Both] Stirring gravy, slow and sweet, In this rolling world beneath my feet. Weary smiles and quiet sighs, Smoke and shadows in our eyes. Stirring gravy, tasting time, Life’s a rhythm, a freight line rhyme. [Bridge - Male] Sometimes the track feels long and cold, But in this pot, there’s warmth I hold. [Bridge - Female] Every stir, a story told, In this gravy, our souls unfold. [Chorus - Both] Stirring gravy, slow and sweet, In this rolling world beneath my feet. Weary smiles and quiet sighs, Smoke and shadows in our eyes. Stirring gravy, tasting time, Life’s a rhythm, a freight line rhyme. [Outro - Both, soft harmony] Stirring gravy, slow and sweet... Smoke and shadows in our eyes...