He stands where the brick meets the heat
Heavy boots on the cracked city street
The sun sinks low in a copper haze
Counting the hours in a summer daze
Climb the Iron Vine up to the sky
Watch the heavy summer clouds drift by
Hold the rusted rail with a steady hand
Guard the quiet corners of this land
Hedera helix creeps on the wall
Waiting for the evening dew to fall
He knows every leaf and the way they grow
While the traffic hums in a steady flow
Climb the Iron Vine up to the sky
Watch the heavy summer clouds drift by
Hold the rusted rail with a steady hand
Guard the quiet corners of this land
The metal stairs burn in the golden glare
Thick warm salt hangs in the heavy air
He tracks the movement of a single bee
Rooted like a stone by the alley tree
Climb the Iron Vine up to the sky
Watch the heavy summer clouds drift by
Hold the rusted rail with a steady hand
Guard the quiet corners of this land
Steel bolts loosen in the humid steam
Waking from a long and a dusty dream
He reads the patterns in the peeling paint
Until the orange light becomes too faint
Saturate the soil in the concrete crack
Walk the narrow line and he won't look back
Patience is a seed that he plants in grit
Waiting for the spark and the lamp to light
The clock on the tower strikes half past six
Mortar crumbling in the ancient bricks
He whispers to the ivy in the dark
Listening for a hidden summer spark
Climb the Iron Vine up to the sky
Watch the heavy summer clouds drift by
Hold the rusted rail with a steady hand
Guard the quiet corners of this land
Iron Vine!
Just hold the line.
Iron Vine!
