Grey metal ships in a line
Cold saltwater tasting like brine
Iron gates hold the heavy weight
Counting seconds to seal the fate
The tide is pulling low
The signal tells them go
Hold tight to the rail
Wait for the wind to sail
Steel on the shore with a heavy sound
Ramps crashing down on the coral ground
White surf breaking on a jagged peak
The iron roar makes the shoreline weak
Salty mist on a soldier's face
Racing fast in a deadly chase
Boots hitting wet and shifting sand
Taking hold of a foreign land
The tide is pulling low
The signal tells them go
Hold tight to the rail
Wait for the wind to sail
Steel on the shore with a heavy sound
Ramps crashing down on the coral ground
White surf breaking on a jagged peak
The iron roar makes the shoreline weak
Wake Island burns in a noon day glare
Scent of diesel fills up the air
Engines humming a rhythmic beat
Treading water in the tropic heat
Steel on the shore with a heavy sound
Ramps crashing down on the coral ground
White surf breaking on a jagged peak
The iron roar makes the shoreline weak
Old taxi rules say you pay the toll
When the ocean takes a heavy toll
Ride the current till the job is done
Fighting hard under a golden sun
Steel on the shore with a heavy sound
Ramps crashing down on the coral ground
White surf breaking on a jagged peak
The iron roar makes the shoreline weak
Steel on the shore
The iron roar
Ride the tide home