Fog rolls thick on Herengracht
Taxi engine coughs and waits
Yeah watch him walk count the steps
Blue denim cutting through the mist
Welder's boots hit cobblestone hard
Blue denim jacket winter scarred
Torch marks etched on calloused hands
Counts each step like shifting sands
Fog swallows streetlamp's yellow glow
Meter ticks but he moves slow
No fare to pay no destination
Just rhythm in his vibration
Blue denim bridge he walks the line
Amsterdam winter sharp as brine
Footsteps counted one by one
Till the night surrenders to the sun
Sparks flew wild on yesterday's hull
Shipyard clangor midnight lull
Now he paces measured pace
Canal reflection frozen face
Fog swallows streetlamp's yellow glow
Meter ticks but he moves slow
No fare to pay no destination
Just rhythm in his vibration
Blue denim bridge he walks the line
Amsterdam winter sharp as brine
Footsteps counted one by one
Till the night surrenders to the sun
Old cabbie watches from the rank
Knows the city like his tank
Weather breaks or weather stays
Every step pays out it pays
Torch flame dies but metal holds
Memory forged in midnight cold
He don't rush he don't run
Bridge to dawn the count is done
Go count it down
Yeah walk it off
Morning cracks the fog apart
Denim fade to daylight art
Footsteps finished count complete
Welder walks on concrete beat
Blue denim bridge he walks the line
Amsterdam winter sharp as brine
Footsteps counted one by one
Till the night surrenders to the sun
Blue denim bridge walk that line
Night surrenders to the sun
Fog lifts slow on Herengracht
Taxi rolls the meter's caught