I drive the meter through the haze
The city sleeps in silver glaze
A single light above the yard
The winter wind is hitting hard
I see you standing on the wire
A frozen spark, a hidden fire
The iron beams are turning black
The heavy trains are on the track
High above the concrete floor
Walking where the eagles soar
Held by nothing but a thread
While the sleeping city's fed
Your boots are heavy on the beam
The morning mist is like a dream
I watch you balance in the air
A lonely ghost with golden glare
I see you standing on the wire
A frozen spark, a hidden fire
The iron beams are turning black
The heavy trains are on the track
High above the concrete floor
Walking where the eagles soar
Held by nothing but a thread
While the sleeping city's fed
I've seen a thousand fares go by
Underneath a charcoal sky
But you are dancing on the edge
A bird upon a metal ledge
The diesel smoke is thick and deep
The tired world is fast asleep
One slip away from sudden fall
Against the grey and stony wall
High above the concrete floor
Walking where the eagles soar
Held by nothing but a thread
While the sleeping city's fed
The signal turns from red to green
The strangest sight I've ever seen
You wave a hand and then you go
Into the white and heavy snow
High above the concrete floor
Walking where the eagles soar
Held by nothing but a thread
While the sleeping city's fed
Steel and fog Cold and grey
Far away
Far away