He stands where the wet pavement glows
A midnight wind coldly it blows
Blue denim stained by oil and grit
A lonely lamp where the moths hit
Blue denim spark in a Tokyo rain
He welds the iron to kill the pain
Hold the line steady and keep it tight
Burning a hole through the velvet night
A crooked alley hidden and deep
While all the salarymen are asleep
He binds the steel with a heavy hand
A stranger lost in a neon land
Blue denim spark in a Tokyo rain
He welds the iron to kill the pain
Hold the line steady and keep it tight
Burning a hole through the velvet night
The drizzle falls on his leather boot
The city grows like a concrete root
He doesn't move and he doesn't speak
The metal groans and the hinges creak
Blue denim spark in a Tokyo rain
He welds the iron to kill the pain
Hold the line steady and keep it tight
Burning a hole through the velvet night
He counts the fares on a distant street
The rhythmic sound of a thousand feet
A steady pulse in the city hum
Until the morning and the light come
He remembers the red river clay
A thousand miles and a world away
The iron heat is the only friend
Until the long midnight shift will end
He wipes the soot from a tired face
A quiet ghost in a crowded place
One final bead of a silver seam
Waking up slow from a heavy dream
Blue denim spark in a Tokyo rain
He welds the iron to kill the pain
Hold the line steady and keep it tight
Burning a hole through the velvet night
Blue denim spark. Keep it tight.
Just a spark in the rain.
