The anchor rests on cracked asphalt
Where projector beams once cut the night
Its flukes dug deep in gravel dust
While silver screens went dark and white
No tide comes in to claim its weight
No captain calls for chain and rope
Just speaker posts like sentinels
That guard a dead and silent scope
Iron screen holds fast and still
Against the wind that bites the pines
The movie's gone the lot is chill
But iron keeps its steady lines
The speaker cones are rusted throats
That swallowed dialogue and song
Now only wind sings through the holes
Where teenage lovers parked too long
No ferry horn sounds through the fog
No keeper trims the wick at dawn
Just concession stands like ribs
Where popcorn scent has long been gone
Iron screen holds fast and still
Against the wind that bites the pines
The movie's gone the lot is chill
But iron keeps its steady lines
The snack bar roof has caved to snow
The ticket booth leans like a drunk
Yet anchor holds the earth below
While projection room collects the junk
Iron screen holds fast and still
Against the wind that bites the pines
The movie's gone the lot is chill
But iron keeps its steady lines
A sapling splits the pavement seams
Green fingers pry at iron base
The drive-in dies in slow dreams
While anchor keeps its weighted grace
Iron screen holds fast and still
Against the wind that bites the pines
The movie's gone the lot is chill
But iron keeps its steady lines
I've watched the light blink out at sea
From lantern rooms on stormy nights
This anchor's not so strange to me
It holds against the waning lights
Iron screen holds fast and still
Against the wind that bites the pines
The movie's gone the lot is chill
But iron keeps its steady lines
Steady lines hold through the years
Salt air keeps the iron true
