Coffee burns my tired tongue
Black as oil the night is hung
Griddle screams a steady hiss
Cold wind gives a winter kiss
Steel is sleeping in the clay
Wait for dawn to bring the day
Thunder rolls across the hill
While the frozen world stays still
One old helmet left behind
Something for the crows to find
Rusted rim and broken strap
Caught inside a metal trap
I flip burgers on the heat
Hear the heavy marching beat
Regulars all stare at walls
Waiting for the distant calls
Steel is sleeping in the clay
Wait for dawn to bring the day
Thunder rolls across the hill
While the frozen world stays still
Copper wires and broken glass
Watching all the seasons pass
Sinking deep in heavy gray
Wash the salty blood away
Pour another cup of brew
Same old story something new
Silver shells in open fields
Knowing how the spirit yields
Steel is sleeping in the clay
Wait for dawn to bring the day
Thunder rolls across the hill
While the frozen world stays still
Iron in the mud.
Iron in the mud.
Just leave it there.