You drift where the salt air is cold
The morning is grey and it's old
You watch for the white of the foam
To bring the big ferry back home
You are the iron in the bay
Holding the ghost of the day
Waiting for ropes to go tight
Keeping the harbor in sight
The diesel is humming a song
The wait for the voyage is long
You nudge at the rust on the pier
The signal is loud and it's clear
You are the iron in the bay
Holding the ghost of the day
Waiting for ropes to go tight
Keeping the harbor in sight
The coffee is black in the cup
The yellow-gold sunlight is up
You pivot your bow to the west
Until the deep water can rest
You are the iron in the bay
Holding the ghost of the day
Waiting for ropes to go tight
Keeping the harbor in sight
You pull on the chain with a heave
A pattern the current will weave
The dock is a hollowed-out shell
You ring the old brass harbor bell
You are the iron in the bay
Holding the ghost of the day
Waiting for ropes to go tight
Keeping the harbor in sight
Hold the line, hold the line.
Iron anchor dawn.
