[male
vocals] (
Acoustic
guitar
gentle
strumming) (
Soft
pedal
steel
swells)
Yeah,
the
sun
is
high
over
Mpika
town
Everything
is
quiet,
the
pumps
are
all
down
Just
the
wind
whispering
through
the
pines
And
you
standing
there,
right
by
my
side
Six
days
a
week,
the
engines
roar
loud
The
tanker
trucks
come
in,
a
dust-covered
crowd
From
TAZARA
lines
to
the
borders
far
away
We’
re
moving
the
fuel
through
the
heat
of
the
day
Malisa’
s
on
the
gate,
keeping
watch
on
the
fleet
Making
sure
every
gallon
is
accounted
and
sweet
But
when
the
clock
strikes
Sunday,
the
rhythm
gets
slow
And
the
only
place
I’
m
headed
is
where
you
want
to
go
Oh,
Sunday
at
the
depot,
the
world’
s
standing
still
No
tankers
to
offload,
no
contracts
to
fill
Just
the
smell
of
the
gravel
and
the
love
in
your
eyes
Underneath
the
blue
of
these
Mpika
skies
We’
ve
traded
the
diesel
for
a
quiet
embrace
Finding
our
heaven
in
this
dusty
old
place
Yeah,
Sunday
at
the
depot,
just
you
and
me
As
simple
and
true
as
a
heart
can
be
We
watch
the
sun
sink
past
the
rusted
steel
beams
Far
from
the
bustle
and
the
industry
dreams
Malisa
tipped
his
hat
as
he
walked
past
the
yard
He
knows
that
this
life
is
both
holy
and
hard
But
today
there’
s
no
pressure,
no
logs
to
review
Just
the
warmth
of
your
hand
and
the
beauty
of
you
The
tankers
are
resting,
the
pumps
are
all
cold
We’
ve
got
a
story
that’
s
waiting
to
be
told
Oh,
Sunday
at
the
depot,
the
world’
s
standing
still
No
tankers
to
offload,
no
contracts
to
fill
Just
the
smell
of
the
gravel
and
the
love
in
your
eyes
Underneath
the
blue
of
these
Mpika
skies
We’
ve
traded
the
diesel
for
a
quiet
embrace
Finding
our
heaven
in
this
dusty
old
place
Yeah,
Sunday
at
the
depot,
just
you
and
me
As
simple
and
true
as
a
heart
can
be
From
Monday
to
Saturday,
we’
re
grinding
it
out
Knowing
what
living
is
all
about
But
Sunday’
s
the
grace
note,
the
break
in
the
chain
The
sun
washing
over
the
dust
and
the
rain
And
I
wouldn’
t
trade
it,
not
for
a
dime
Just
us
two
lost
in
this
beautiful
time (
Melodic,
warm
acoustic
and
pedal
steel
interweaving)
Oh,
Sunday
at
the
depot,
the
world’
s
standing
still
No
tankers
to
offload,
no
contracts
to
fill
Just
the
smell
of
the
gravel
and
the
love
in
your
eyes
Underneath
the
blue
of
these
Mpika
skies
We’
ve
traded
the
diesel
for
a
quiet
embrace
Finding
our
heaven
in
this
dusty
old
place
Yeah,
Sunday
at
the
depot,
just
you
and
me
As
simple
and
true
as
a
heart
can
be
Yeah,
let
the
world
keep
spinning
out
there
on
the
road
We’
re
resting
right
here,
lightening
the
load
Sunday
at
the
depot...
Just
us...
Yeah,
just
us. (
Fades
out
with
soft
acoustic
strum)