Three A.
M. on a rusted beam
Cold wind cuts like a jagged seam
Forty feet up from the concrete floor
I don't look down at the station door
Counting every single heavy beat
Swaying high above the empty street
Steel wire humming in the midnight air
Walking on a thin and frozen prayer
Black coffee stains on my canvas vest
Iron in my lungs and a heavy chest
Below me sleeps a lonely subway train
Wash away the grit with a sudden rain
Counting every single heavy beat
Swaying high above the empty street
Steel wire humming in the midnight air
Walking on a thin and frozen prayer
One man's ghost on a wooden bench
Tighten up the bolt with a heavy wrench
Sooty walls and the smell of old diesel oil
Watch the city steam start to bubble and boil
Counting every single heavy beat
Swaying high above the empty street
Steel wire humming in the midnight air
Walking on a thin and frozen prayer
Ten more steps till the anchor holds
Story of the city slowly unfolds
Grip the cable tight till my knuckles turn white
Hold the line steady through the dying night
Counting every single heavy beat
Swaying high above the empty street
Steel wire humming in the midnight air
Walking on a thin and frozen prayer
Just a few more steps.
Keep it steady now.
One step, two step.
Home.
