Steel ribs hold a heavy weight
Rusted red beside the gate
Sinking deep in muddy clay
Watching all the light decay
Across the street the windows glow
Where the soapy waters flow
Spinning drums in rhythmic lines
Waiting for the morning signs
Hold the line in the midnight rain
Feel the pulse of the city vein
Iron Root in the pouring wet
A heavy watch he won't forget
Like a seed in salted ground
Waiting for a living sound
Oxide skin and peeling paint
Watching every flicker faint
Hold the line in the midnight rain
Feel the pulse of the city vein
Iron Root in the pouring wet
A heavy watch he won't forget
Calla Lily in a vase
Hiding in a plastic space
Patience grows in slow degrees
Bending like the willow trees
Wet concrete is turning black
Heavy loads upon his back
Scent of bleach and steaming air
Static humming everywhere
Chlorophyll in hidden veins
Drinking from the summer rains
Patient metal, patient stone
Standing in the dark alone
Hold the line in the midnight rain
Feel the pulse of the city vein
Iron Root in the pouring wet
A heavy watch he won't forget
Sinking deep in muddy clay
Watching all the light decay
Iron Root.
Iron Root.
