You drag your chain through the white frost
Where every single turn is lost
The cobblestones are slick and grey
You find the spot where you would stay
Hold fast to the frozen ground
Where the heavy iron sound
Sinks deep in the winter chill
While the city air stays still
You smell the brine and salted air
A ghost of ships that used to dare
The alley narrows like a vice
Your rusted skin is glazed in ice
Hold fast to the frozen ground
Where the heavy iron sound
Sinks deep in the winter chill
While the city air stays still
The taxi wheels skip on the slate
You wait for some forgotten fate
A copper coin, a driver's nod
You feel the weight of iron rod
Hold fast to the frozen ground
Where the heavy iron sound
Sinks deep in the winter chill
While the city air stays still
The wind bites hard at every seam
A winter world without a beam
You lean against the harbor wall
And wait for evening light to fall
You watch the oil lamps start to glow
Above the drifts of heavy snow
The anchor knows the harbor line
Where salt and city grit entwine
Hold fast to the frozen ground
Where the heavy iron sound
Sinks deep in the winter chill
While the city air stays still
Sinks deep in the chill.
Just hold fast now.
