I am the linoleum floor
Waiting for the clicking door
Cold white tiles in a steady row
Watching where the heavy boots go
He walks a line like a tightrope wire
Treading soft by the stove's low fire
He traces the edge of the wooden seat
Counting the steps with his tired feet
Steel and steam in the morning air
The kettle screams a lonely prayer
Hold the line till the light turns gold
A quiet story that stays untold
He brushes past the porcelain sink
Giving him a moment to think
He circles the table of polished pine
Walking a narrow and steady line
Steel and steam in the morning air
The kettle screams a lonely prayer
Hold the line till the light turns gold
A quiet story that stays untold
The brass knob turns with a heavy sound
His shaking hands keep him on the ground
One last step to the window pane
Watching the glass for a drop of rain
The copper pot starts to hiss and blow
He moves his weight and he moves it slow
A careful dance on a frozen sea
Waiting for the lock to set him free
He stops his pace by the kitchen wall
Standing straight and standing tall
The steam descends in a heavy cloud
The ticking clock is getting loud
Steel and steam in the morning air
The kettle screams a lonely prayer
Hold the line till the light turns gold
A quiet story that stays untold
Steel and steam
Just steel and steam
Wait for the gold
Wait for the gold
