Two thin silver lines In full moonlight Of a hot summer night Or a cold winter's bite The days and nights fold with each other The only measure is the ticking of the clock From the career of coal, oil, and diesel smoke Two thin silver lines Etched in my mind With no end to be seen That darkness turns to day and back again From dawn's early blue light To night's dark starlight The days and nights fold with each other The only measure is the ticking of the clock From the career of coal, oil, and diesel smoke Two thin silver lines So little time So little holds so much of your being and your soul