You sit down in the damp cold air
Down the stairs to a velvet chair
Heavy iron holds the concrete floor
Blocking out the noise of the door
You are the anchor in the deep
While the Windy City falls asleep
Heavy metal in a basement glow
Keeping all the rhythm steady and slow
You watch the brass bells start to ring
Hear the silver saxophones sing
You keep the cellar from drifting away
Holding the ghost of a Saturday
You are the anchor in the deep
While the Windy City falls asleep
Heavy metal in a basement glow
Keeping all the rhythm steady and slow
The wind howls loud on the street above
But you guard the music and the love
Rusted chains lock the rhythm tight
Holding the beat through the blackest night
You are the anchor in the deep
While the Windy City falls asleep
Heavy metal in a basement glow
Keeping all the rhythm steady and slow
Fare is paid and the meter is still
You stand your ground with a steady will
Cold iron heart in a jazzman's room
Breaking the spell of the midnight gloom
You are the anchor in the deep
While the Windy City falls asleep
Heavy metal in a basement glow
Keeping all the rhythm steady and slow
Stay heavy now.
Hold the line.
Just hold the line.