You count the coins in cold grey light
The river breathes beneath the night
Steel cables hum a low deep song
You have listened to them all night long
Fog rolls thick across the steel deck
Tires groan on the metal neck
Your lantern swings on a rusted chain
You know each creak each strain each pain
Iron toll the bridge sings loud
Mist wraps the cables in a shroud
Coins drop heavy in your hand
You are the keeper of this land
Gulls cry above the rushing tide
You watch the current deep and wide
No storm can shake this iron spine
You have stood the watch through rain and shine
Iron toll the bridge sings loud
Mist wraps the cables in a shroud
Coins drop heavy in your hand
You are the keeper of this land
Dawn paints gold on rivets tight
The river wakes with morning light
Your shift ends as the sun climbs high
But the bridge still sings beneath the sky
You log the count in a salt stained book
Lean on the rail take a long look
The cables vibrate with the day's first heat
You feel the rhythm in your feet
Shift relief arrives in a dusty truck
You hand the keys you do not need luck
The bridge keeps humming low and strong
You have known its voice all along
Iron toll the bridge sings loud
Mist wraps the cables in a shroud
Coins drop heavy in your hand
You are the keeper of this land
Iron toll the bridge sings loud
Mist wraps the cables in a shroud
