Morning fog clings to my steel spine
Salt eats rivets works on time
Repairman climbs in faded denim
His tool belt sings a heavy hymn
Salt and copper copper and salt
Dawn cracks open watch it halt
He splices wire I hold the sound
Boots on rungs above the ground
Salt and copper copper and salt
Truck idles below on asphalt skin
Tide pulls breath through rusted bin
He talks to dial tone dead and cold
I hold the words he won't unfold
Seagull lands on crossarm wide
White feathers on the grey tide
He wipes his brow checks the splice
Morning breaks in thin white slices
Salt and copper copper and salt
Dawn cracks open watch it halt
He splices wire I hold the sound
Boots on rungs above the ground
Salt and copper copper and salt
Voltage hums in morning light
Insulators glow porcelain white
He descends slow job complete
Engine coughs down the empty street
Now I shimmer clean and bare
Gull calls scatter on the air
Next storm rolls in from the west
I'll hold the line I'll pass the test
Salt and copper copper and salt
Dawn cracks open watch it halt
He splices wire I hold the sound
Boots on rungs above the ground
Salt and copper copper and salt
Salt and copper copper and salt
Humming still on the overpass
Humming still on the overpass