Blue denim jacket tight and worn
The morning air is sharp and torn
He stands beside the heavy rail
Where every silver signal failed
White fog hides the iron line
Waiting for a golden sign
Heavy steel and frozen breath
Still as any winter death
A spark of heat a sudden glare
Electric scent inside the air
The welder holds his steady hand
Across a grey and ghosted land
He counts the minutes by the beat
Of distant boots on gravel street
The copper wire begins to glow
While all the heavy engines slow
White fog hides the iron line
Waiting for a golden sign
Heavy steel and frozen breath
Still as any winter death
Cold grease on a rusted wheel
The heavy weight of tempered steel
One flash of light to break the haze
To end these long and lonely days
The mist retreats the tracks appear
The sudden whistle ringing clear
He drops his mask and steps away
To meet the coming of the day
White fog hides the iron line
Waiting for a golden sign
Heavy steel and frozen breath
Still as any winter death
Wait for the light
Wait for the light
Blue denim fog
