I sit upon a yellow tray
I watch the morning turn to gray
The tea is hot the steam is white
I sail through beams of early light
I am a tugboat in the room
I push away the winter gloom
I pull the heavy coffee pot
My little iron engine's hot
Two quiet people stand so still
They watch the frost upon the sill
No words are spoken in the air
Just two old souls in a wooden chair
I am a tugboat in the room
I push away the winter gloom
I pull the heavy coffee pot
My little iron engine's hot
The kettle whistles like a train
I hear the rattle of the rain
The linoleum is my wide sea
A tiny harbor just for me
I am a tugboat in the room
I push away the winter gloom
I pull the heavy coffee pot
My little iron engine's hot
The sugar bowl is like a hill
The clock is ticking slow and chill
The salt shaker is a lighthouse tower
I wait here for the golden hour
A heavy hand reaches for the cup
The sleepy eyes are looking up
The kitchen floor is a salty tide
With nowhere left for us to hide
A gentle touch on a wrinkled hand
A little peace in a quiet land
The tea is poured the steam will rise
I see the truth in tired eyes
I am a tugboat in the room
I push away the winter gloom
I pull the heavy coffee pot
My little iron engine's hot
Little Iron Boat.
Sailing home.
Sailing home.