Don't fault the foreman   Just call the priest   Solace your worries:   This too will cease   Hum the lesson   That's bled the years   To trust the engines   And nurse the gears      You've been my comfort, yes   You've been my stone, yes   I've been lonely   But not alone      I'd like to weather the crowd again   And throw my smile to the dancing girls   We'd take the 14 downtown   And swallow the city   So bring down the lights   Release the night sky   This factory ceiling   From where I lie   I'd swear that they sounded the whistle   That we can sigh of quitting time   And all the banter boys   Beneath their lampposts   To laugh us home again [3x]      Is it gold or is it gray?   Is it gold or is it gray? (I forgot to tell you)   Is it gold or is it gray? (I forgot to tell you)   Is it gold or is it gray?