THE STEELWORKER

Music by Julien Vega
Lyrics by John Greaves & Julien Vega

Hip Hop perched up on a beam
Way above the crowd
I’m as happy as I seem
Sitting on a cloud
Hip! I’m at the top
Hop! On top of New York

Tough guys throwin’ steel around
Way above the ground
Like they are dancing with the
Joists and the girders
1,2 and 3 and 4
Hoist! Up to the next floor.

Working for my pay
Like any other guy
Just another day
For cowboys in the sky

Down there tryin’ to make a buck
I ran out of luck
Man I hardly got to eat
Just a bum on the street
Up here I’m the guy to meet
I’m mister Rockefeller

Hip Hop sitting on a cloud
Way above the crowd
I’m as happy as a clam
Betcha life I am
Hip! I’m at the top
Hop! On top of New York

Tough guys throwin’ steel around
Way above the ground
Like they are dancing with the
Joists and the girders
1,2 and 3 and 4
Hoist! We’re going up
Up to the top floor.

From day to day i see a face

Thinking i’m a fraud i must confess

I’ve climbed so high i’m scared to fall

They’ll see i’m not worth it all

Each step i take

It’s not fading away

Each move i make

A new part in the play

I think too much

I’ve seen enough today to tell my story

I think too much

I’ve learned along the way to say i’m sorry

You were over there,
And I needed to be,
As close to something,
That looks like you and me,
That looks like you and me,
Those yellow falling leaves.

That I recall,
They're going south for the winter,
Leaving it all,
With you my life’s just better,
Ohhhh.

You would sit across,
That dusty hall,
And I asked myself some questions,
Can I fly or will I fall,
Can I fly or will I fall,
Can I be with you at all?

And I recall,
Your breath in the cold dark winter,
Leaving it all,
With you my life’s gets better,
Ohhhh.