Track Insight / Lyrics
I keep the lamp logic tight
Against the bridge's iron height
Salt air eats the bolts I know
But I spin where north winds blow
Copper turning in the gale
Copper holding, never fail
Mist below and sky above
I mark the path the current proves
Girders hum a low deep song
Where the mist has lain too long
Rivets pop like pistol shot
I watch the freight, I mark the spot
Copper turning in the gale
Copper holding, never fail
Mist below and sky above
I mark the path the current proves
Lantern glass was my old trade
Now I'm forged from copper blade
Storms don't scare a fixed direction
I serve the wind's inspection
Copper turning in the gale
Copper holding, never fail
Mist below and sky above
I mark the path the current proves
No keeper climbs these stairs at night
No oil lamps to trim alight
Just voltage in the cable tray
And me turning, come what may
Dawn breaks cold on steel and stone
I face the rising sun alone
Patina green on weathered skin
The truest north I've ever been
Copper turning in the gale
Copper holding, never fail
Mist below and sky above
I mark the path the current proves
Copper turning, copper turns
Spinning on the bridge's spine
Copper catches morning shine
