I sat the roof when the tar was hot
Watched the city rise from the parking lot
Now the verdigris creeps on my copper skin
I turn where the chimney smoke begins
Oh the wind writes the map on the iron stair
I'm searching the rungs for a breath of air
Copper on the iron spinning round and true
Summer dusk is falling on me and you
The hackies yell at the traffic light
I count the fares in the fading night
A pigeon lands on my arrow's tip
He don't care where the currents dip
The bricks hold the heat like a cast iron stove
I climb the lattice where the lovers rove
No meter running no flag to drop
Just the creak of steel when the gusts don't stop
Oh the wind writes the map on the iron stair
I'm searching the rungs for a breath of air
Copper on the iron spinning round and true
Summer dusk is falling on me and you
Turn left at the gargoyle right at the stack
No tip for the driver no road leading back
The whistle screams low the drum beats hard
We're chasing the shade of a summer yard
Now the street lamps flicker on the avenue
The night shift starts when the day is through
I'll point to the north where the cool wind blows
The only direction the vane knows
Oh the wind writes the map on the iron stair
I'm searching the rungs for a breath of air
Copper on the iron spinning round and true
Summer dusk is falling on me and you
Yeah copper on the iron spinning round and true
The night belongs to the iron and you
Spinning on the copper spine
Summer dusk and the iron line
