He carries flour on his coat
While drifting like a wooden boat
The bridge is locked in winter grey
He waits for dawn to lead the way
Silver canal fog in the air
White flour dusting through his hair
Wait for the bridge to open wide
Step to the other city side
The water laps a frozen stone
He stands within the mist alone
Cold wind bites through a cotton sleeve
A heavy spell he won't believe
Silver canal fog in the air
White flour dusting through his hair
Wait for the bridge to open wide
Step to the other city side
Old bricks hold all the city heat
While ice is forming on the street
The oven fire is calling home
Across the dark and salty foam
A copper coin inside his hand
The quietest spot in all the land
The heavy gears begin to groan
A metal song in a monotone
He smells the yeast and toasted grain
A steady rhythm like the rain
The iron gate begins to rise
A golden glow hits tired eyes
Silver canal fog in the air
White flour dusting through his hair
Wait for the bridge to open wide
Step to the other city side
He walks the path of cobblestone
A midnight secret he has known
The bakery door is open wide
The warmth of winter waits inside
Silver canal fog in the air
White flour dusting through his hair
Wait for the bridge to open wide
Step to the other city side
Just wait for the light.
Silver canal fog.
Open wide now.
