Ice on the cobblestone street
Heavy boots on a rhythmic beat
Down where the damp alleys bend
Where the city's concrete lines end
Tuning the wire in the deep
While the frozen city will sleep
Turn the peg and find the right tone
Humming a song all alone
Iron pipes and a rusted grate
Working hard and working too late
One sharp note in a hollow room
Cutting through the wintery gloom
Black coffee in a paper cup
Waiting for the sun to come up
Fingers numb from the biting air
Finding a chord that is rare
Tuning the wire in the deep
While the frozen city will sleep
Turn the peg and find the right tone
Humming a song all alone
Screws turn slow in the metal frame
Playing a high stakes sonic game
Tighten the string till the tension breaks
Giving the midnight a shiver and shakes
Grey smoke rises from a vent hole
Keeping a grip on a tired soul
One last check of the ivory white
Before he vanishes into the night
Tuning the wire in the deep
While the frozen city will sleep
Turn the peg and find the right tone
Humming a song all alone
Cold steel key.
Just the right tone.
Cold steel key.
