High above the river bed
Iron beams and rusted red
He walks a wire thin and cold
Searching for a story told
Steel and steam in the gray
Walking where the currents sway
Looking for a missing light
In the middle of the white
Mist is thick like heavy wool
Feeling every cable pull
Cold wind bites the frozen skin
Where the river's edge begin
Steel and steam in the gray
Walking where the currents sway
Looking for a missing light
In the middle of the white
Copper bolts and salted grease
Hoping for a moment's peace
One wrong step and then he falls
While the distant harbor calls
Steel and steam in the gray
Walking where the currents sway
Looking for a missing light
In the middle of the white
Old ghosts ride the river flow
Further than a man can go
He finds a coin upon the rail
Watching as the vapors sail
Steel and steam in the gray
Walking where the currents sway
Looking for a missing light
In the middle of the white
Just a coin upon the rail
While the heavy vapors sail
