I hold the weight of heavy boots
Deep in the city's concrete roots
My rusted ribs are cold and grey
I watch the golden light decay
I am the iron in the heat
A steady rhythm on the street
You lean your back against my frame
While summer flickers like a flame
You bring the scent of damp wet soil
Away from all the urban toil
Your fingers stained with garden green
The softest touch I've ever seen
I am the iron in the heat
A steady rhythm on the street
You lean your back against my frame
While summer flickers like a flame
The dusk is thick like coffee cream
A lazy city humming dream
You breathe a sigh of heavy lead
While purple clouds drift overhead
Flaking paint and oxidized red
Where the tired city spirits tread
I feel your heartbeat through the rust
A little hope, a little trust
You shield your eyes from amber glare
With humid moisture in the air
The iron keeps the wind at bay
Until the colors fade to grey
I am the iron in the heat
A steady rhythm on the street
You lean your back against my frame
While summer flickers like a flame
The stars appear in jagged lines
Across the skyline's dark designs
You leave a smudge of potting clay
Before you turn and walk away
I am the iron in the heat
A steady rhythm on the street
You lean your back against my frame
While summer flickers like a flame
Still standing here.
Cold iron, warm night.
Just hold on tight.
