Lyrics
[Intro] [Verse] Steam rises from the silver tray The city blue begins to gray He folds the apron, calls it a day Finding a rhythm in the fray Calloused palms and silver hair Moving with a quiet care His presence is a silent prayer In the heavy midnight air [Pre-Chorus] That mug is stained with dark roast beans Beneath the glow of neon screens A cassette tape plays the classic scenes Living life behind the scenes [Chorus] Hands of gold and heart of steel Knowing what is truly real More than any high-rise deal This is how the broken heal Hands of gold and heart of steel He doesn't need to make a squeal To show the world the way he'll feel Sitting at his humble wheel [Post-Chorus] Low light, soul bright Everything’s alright Low light, soul bright Everything’s alright [Verse] Suits are rushing to the train Ignoring all the soft refrain He counts his coins despite the rain Washing away the daily strain The Wurlitzer hums a dusty tune Underneath a paper moon He’ll be heading homeward soon To his quiet, small saloon [Hook] He’s got that joy No fake alloy Nothing to destroy Just a steady boy [Chorus] Hands of gold and heart of steel Knowing what is truly real More than any high-rise deal This is how the broken heal Hands of gold and heart of steel He doesn't need to make a squeal To show the world the way he'll feel Sitting at his humble wheel [Bridge] The cello sings a low lament For every hour that was spent But in his eyes there’s no regret The finest life he’s tasted yet The trombone stabs the heavy night Until the world is feeling right [Verse] Wheels are turning on the stone He walks a path that’s all his own The seeds of patience he has sown A king upon a humble throne The street is empty, wide and vast The longest shift is done at last He leaves the shadows in the past With a love that’s built to last [Outro]
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