Cold gray water hits the stone
I am standing here alone
Old black leather in the tide
Nowhere left for us to hide
Buff the leather till it glows
Where the frozen river flows
Tangled in the iron bridge
Winter on the city ridge
Click the shutter hold the frame
Every alley feels the same
Buses rattle through the haze
Lost inside a foggy maze
Stitch the seam and pull it tight
Working through the dim blue light
Heavy boots and salted skin
Let the winter air begin
Buff the leather till it glows
Where the frozen river flows
Tangled in the iron bridge
Winter on the city ridge
Oil and wax and heavy thread
Walking where the ghosts have tread
Silver mist and copper rust
Turning all the gold to dust
Capture moments in a blur
While the sleeping waters stir
Bending low to reach the line
Wait for all the stars to align
Buff the leather till it glows
Where the frozen river flows
Tangled in the iron bridge
Winter on the city ridge
Leather and fog
Leather and fog
Just the river and the fog
