I sit beneath the heavy street
Watching all the rushing feet
I feel the thunder in my bones
The city hums in heavy tones
Tugboat horns blow deep and low
Where the salty river flow
Cold wind bites the iron rail
Turning every cheek to pale
Rising steam in a ghostly white
Turning gray into sudden light
Sinking deep in the subway grate
Holding on to a heavy fate
A girl stops with a plastic lens
Capturing where the sidewalk ends
She clicks a shot of silver haze
Lost inside a concrete maze
Tugboat horns blow deep and low
Where the salty river flow
Cold wind bites the iron rail
Turning every cheek to pale
Rising steam in a ghostly white
Turning gray into sudden light
Sinking deep in the subway grate
Holding on to a heavy fate
She leans down with a steady hand
Smallest touch in a frozen land
A fingertip on rusted edge
Walking on a narrow ledge
Rising steam in a ghostly white
Turning gray into sudden light
Sinking deep in the subway grate
Holding on to a heavy fate
Her coat is thin, her boots are worn
Looking for a place reborn
She smiles at the vapor cloud
While the city screams too loud
Rising steam in a ghostly white
Turning gray into sudden light
Sinking deep in the subway grate
Holding on to a heavy fate
The light turns green, the crowd moves fast
The little moment couldn't last
She walks away with one last glance
Giving urban cold a chance
Rising steam in a ghostly white
Turning gray into sudden light
Sinking deep in the subway grate
Holding on to a heavy fate
Steam and steel, cold gray wheel.
Just a touch, just a feel.