You park the rig by the iron gate
Where the heavy diesel engines wait
You see the vines climb the broken wall
Watching the old brick chimneys fall
Bryophyta clings to the grey cement
Where the human energy was spent
Small velvet carpets cover every floor
Creeping through the open warehouse door
Green concrete, breathing in the air
Finding life in a place so bare
Slowing down as the wildness grows
Where the hidden water river flows
You watch the spores drift in a steady line
Wrapped around a rusted copper vine
The steel is bending to a leaf's command
Taking back the stolen industrial land
Green concrete, breathing in the air
Finding life in a place so bare
Slowing down as the wildness grows
Where the hidden water river flows
Patient roots break the asphalt wide
Nowhere left for the ghost to hide
Wait for the season to turn the key
Set the trapped urban garden free
You smell the damp of the ancient peat
Cooling down the summer highway heat
The Latin names float inside your head
While the city streets are long since dead
You touch the moss with a gentle hand
Mapping out this reclaimed emerald land
The gear is shifted but you stay a while
Watching nature win by a country mile
Green concrete, breathing in the air
Finding life in a place so bare
Slowing down as the wildness grows
Where the hidden water river flows
Let the clover take the wheel
Soft green skin on cold hard steel
