Cold oil drips on the grey concrete
Busted glass cuts my tired feet
Rusty rails stretch into the white
Hiding me from the morning light
I am a ghost in the iron yard
Keeping a watch and standing guard
Scent of the diesel, salt in the air
Waiting for someone who isn't there
Old leather collar rubs my skin
Where the heavy winter cold sets in
I track a scent through the heavy haze
Lost in a metallic silver maze
I am a ghost in the iron yard
Keeping a watch and standing guard
Scent of the diesel, salt in the air
Waiting for someone who isn't there
Steel wheels scream on a distant track
I want a way to bring the master back
Hollow cans rattle in the wind
Where the jagged metal fences bend
Fog rolls in like a heavy sheet
Dampening the rhythm of my beat
One sharp bark in the empty space
Searching for a long forgotten face
Oil drums leak in a charcoal stain
Washing away in the freezing rain
I find a crate for a place to sleep
Promises that a stray dog must keep
I am a ghost in the iron yard
Keeping a watch and standing guard
Scent of the diesel, salt in the air
Waiting for someone who isn't there
Yellow paint peeling off the wall
I stand my ground and I stand tall
Blinking eyes in the sudden glare
Cold wet fur and a steady stare
I am a ghost in the iron yard
Keeping a watch and standing guard
Scent of the diesel, salt in the air
Waiting for someone who isn't there
Still on the watch.
Iron yard ghost.
Just standing guard.
