You park where the tour boats turn
Diesel steam meets morning burn
Cobblestones eat tire tread
Winter eats the bolt and thread
No logbook keeps this address
Rust blooms orange on your frame
Amsterdam forgets your name
Bridge stones weep high above your cab
You're the debt the water had
No invoice for the iron rot
Herring carts roll past your door
Salt air writes what maps ignore
Fog horns groan loud from IJmuiden
You count rivets, loose and worn
The canal keeps what it's owed
Rust blooms orange on your frame
Amsterdam forgets your name
Bridge stones weep high above your cab
You're the debt the water had
No invoice for the iron rot
A tram bell cuts the grey hush
Courier bikes don't touch your rush
You hauled tulips south to Lyon
Now moss grows on your union
The route ends where the bridge begins
Rust blooms orange on your frame
Amsterdam forgets your name
Bridge stones weep high above your cab
You're the debt the water had
No invoice for the iron rot
Old taxis know this slow decay
We ferry tourists, you just stay
City builds its shiny towers
While iron yields to patient hours
We both wait for the spring thaw
Rust blooms orange on your frame
Amsterdam forgets your name
Bridge stones weep high above your cab
You're the debt the water had
Rust blooms orange, steady, slow
The only crop this bridge will grow
Fog lifts but you remain here
The canal keeps its own
