Grey fog wraps the narrow street
Where the brick and water meet
Salty air and winter chill
Everything is standing still
I have driven every bend
Where the city limits end
Seen the fares all rush the door
I don't chase the clock no more
Iron anchor in the deep
While the frozen city sleep
Heavy chain and rusted gold
Stories that the waters hold
Resting by the canal bridge
Hiding on a stony ridge
Quiet as a sleeping stone
Waiting in the mist alone
Iron anchor in the deep
While the frozen city sleep
Heavy chain and rusted gold
Stories that the waters hold
Old wheels turn a slow design
Crossing over every line
One man steers the heavy load
One man finds the lonely road
Water laps the mossy wall
Winter makes the shadows tall
Cigarette and coffee steam
Sinking in a velvet dream
Copper coins and silver light
Cutting through the velvet night
Heavy metal holds the ground
Where the quiet truth is found
Iron anchor in the deep
While the frozen city sleep
Heavy chain and rusted gold
Stories that the waters hold
Let the winter fog roll in.
Iron anchor, let it spin.
