[Verse] In a town where iron meets clay, There's a whisper in the breeze, About a savior born from steel, Bringing folks down to their knees. [Verse 2] Out of cogs and gears he rose, With a heart of molten gold, Promised answers to our woes, In this land so worn and old. [Chorus] He's the god from the machine, In our quiet, rustic scene, With his eyes of cobalt blue, Dreams were made to come true. [Verse 3] Farmers rest their plows at dusk, Their weary bones won't ache, 'Cause here comes our miracle man, With a touch, our sorrows break. [Bridge] But in his circuits lies a tale, We'll all come to understand, Even gods of steel can fail, When they step on mortal land. [Verse 4] He repaired our broken homes, Cured the harvest with his touch, Yet the loneliness he felt, Was a burden just too much.
