He perches on a rusted rail
The river air is damp and pale
White feathers blend with morning gray
He waits for light to lead the way
Oh the bridge is humming low
Where the heavy waters flow
Counting beats of iron gold
Stories that the currents hold
A single claw grips cold black steel
The spinning world begins to reel
He tracks a mouse in salted grass
Watching every shadow pass
Oh the bridge is humming low
Where the heavy waters flow
Counting beats of iron gold
Stories that the currents hold
The mist is thick like woolly fleece
He finds a sudden moment's peace
A distant bell rings out a chime
Counting down the winter time
Oh the bridge is humming low
Where the heavy waters flow
Counting beats of iron gold
Stories that the currents hold
The water swirls in circles deep
While the sleeping villages sleep
He turns his head a full degree
Scanning for a sign to see
Steel and stone and river bed
Casting circles overhead
High above the muddy floor
Looking for an open door
The moon is just a sliver thin
Where the midnight songs begin
He spreads his wings to take the flight
Cutting through the heavy night
Oh the bridge is humming low
Where the heavy waters flow
Counting beats of iron gold
Stories that the currents hold
Silver span, silver light
Flying deep into the night
Silver light
Silver light
