Copper sun sinks low in the west
City lungs are taking a rest
He holds a torch in a steady grip
Watching the evening current slip
Iron light on the fire escape
Cutting through a velvet shape
Iron light on the rusted rail
Slowing down the summer gale
Concrete heat still clings to the wall
He hears a distant siren call
The metal stairs are black and old
Stories that the city never told
He sweeps the beam across the grime
Counting beats in a steady time
A stray cat watches from the ledge
Walking on a razor edge
Iron light on the fire escape
Cutting through a velvet shape
Iron light on the rusted rail
Slowing down the summer gale
One small nod to a passing ghost
Standing by the lamp-lit post
A flicker of a human hand
Sifting through the urban sand
The midnight shift is a lonely road
Carrying a heavy silver load
He turns the key in a heavy lock
Ticking like a rusty clock
Iron light on the fire escape
Cutting through a velvet shape
Iron light on the rusted rail
Slowing down the summer gale
Iron light, iron light
Keeping watch through the summer night
Iron light.
