He clings to the rusted red rail
The summer air feels like a veil
He watches the traffic go by
A sliver of gold in the sky
Hold the line on the iron wire
Walking a thin burning fire
High above the concrete and glare
Swaying in the heavy hot air
The metal is hot to the palm
The city is humming a psalm
He counts every car in the street
While asphalt is baking the heat
Hold the line on the iron wire
Walking a thin burning fire
High above the concrete and glare
Swaying in the heavy hot air
A girl looks up from the third floor
She opens a heavy oak door
They lock in a gaze for a beat
Two strangers above the dead street
The wind starts to pull at his vest
The city won't give him a rest
One slip and the story is told
The iron is turning to gold
He shifts his weight slow on the beam
The world is a shimmering stream
She waves with a hand small and white
Against the arrival of night
Hold the line on the iron wire
Walking a thin burning fire
High above the concrete and glare
Swaying in the heavy hot air
He steps to the ledge and he sighs
The sunset is filling his eyes
The fare for the ride is too steep
The secrets of skyline are deep
Hold the line on the iron wire
Walking a thin burning fire
High above the concrete and glare
Swaying in the heavy hot air
Watch the ledge, kid Watch the ledge
Keep it steady
