He climbs the rusted metal stair
The salt is thick inside the air
He carries wires in a heavy grip
The harbor water starts to drip
Switch on the gold and watch it glow
High above where the cold winds blow
Lighting up the Sydney bay
Turning the midnight into day
He strips the copper with a steady hand
Looking out across the sandy strand
The wind is whipping at his yellow vest
A tired man who needs a moment's rest
The glass is cracked from a winter storm
His frozen fingers keep the circuit warm
He twists the dial till the bulb burns white
Cutting through the curtain of the night
Switch on the gold and watch it glow
High above where the cold winds blow
Lighting up the Sydney bay
Turning the midnight into day
Cables humming in a rhythmic beat
Steel and iron underneath his feet
Far below the ferry boats collide
Waiting for the turning of the tide
He packs his toolbox as the colors fade
A lonely worker in a coastal shade
The harbor glitter looks like broken glass
Watching all the midnight sailors pass
Switch on the gold and watch it glow
High above where the cold winds blow
Lighting up the Sydney bay
Turning the midnight into day
Watch it glow Watch it glow
Turn the midnight into day
