David Francey Hard Steel Mill Lyrics

Every day, about this time
I'm pushing down to the border line
And in the West, the rolling hills
And the false dawn rising from a hard steel mill

From the bridge, a strip of sand
Between the lake and no-man's land
Stretching down the harbor wide
Into the shadow of the factory side

From the bridge, from up on high
I see the people passing by
In through the gates, to the grey beyond Where they'll be working 'til the work is done

Driving by, sometimes I feel
I spend my life in this cage on wheels
While from the fires, 'cross the blackened fields
Will come the bands of shining steels

Every day, about this time
I'm pushing down to the border line
And in the West, the rolling hills
And the false dawn rising from a hard steel mill