Black coffee in a heavy cup
The sun is far from waking up
The grease is popping on the grill
The midnight air is damp and chill
He hums a tune beneath the floor
A secret song behind the door
High on the wire in the blue
The steel wire hum is ringing true
A regular in booth number four
He watches raindrops hit the door
He doesn't see the man above
A steady rhythm he could love
The boots are heavy on the beam
A metal world a silver gleam
He balances on a thin gold thread
While the sleepy city goes to bed
He hums a tune beneath the floor
A secret song behind the door
High on the wire in the blue
The steel wire hum is ringing true
The tension pulls the cable tight
A lonely spark in the deep night
One wrong step and the song will break
A heavy price for a small mistake
I flip the burgers on the heat
While he keeps time with a steady beat
The vibration shakes the vinyl seat
The midnight magic is complete
He hums a tune beneath the floor
A secret song behind the door
High on the wire in the blue
The steel wire hum is ringing true
Ringing true.
Just a hum in the blue.
Steel wire hum.
