Welder stands in faded blue denim
Sparks kiss steel on graveyard shift hymn
Crossroads gas pumps glow amber gold
His tired hands are weathered old
Blue denim neon burns the night
Welding arcs cut through the dark
Steel remembers every bite
Crossroads hold a quiet spark
Coffee steams in chipped white cup
Diesel fumes rise curling up
He checks the seam on pipeline joint
Morning comes to pressure point
Taxi idles meter running slow
Driver knows which way winds blow
Seen a thousand hands like his
Build the bones the world lives in
Blue denim neon burns the night
Welding arcs cut through the dark
Steel remembers every bite
Crossroads hold a quiet spark
Night shift ends the sky turns pale
Another joint will hold not fail
He wipes his visor calls it done
Sunrise paints the highway run
Boots hit gravel lunch pail packed
No fanfare for the structure stacked
Just blue denim neon fade
Honest wage the night shift made
Blue denim neon burns the night
Welding arcs cut through the dark
Steel remembers every bite
Crossroads hold a quiet spark
Blue denim neon burns the night
Engine hums the driver pulls away
Welder shadow greets the day
