Iron Laughter

The last drop of solder, scraped from the tin,
Still got a few red embers, burning where old dreams begin.
This Philadelphia marrow, wrung clean and raw,
One last thunder-clap, before the final curtain's draw.

[Chorus]
Empty the crucible, let the molten flow,
One last hammer strike, watch the sparks still glow.
Yeah, every last ounce, before I let it all go,
The final rhythm of this metal heart's show.

[Verse 2]
See the flicker in your eyes, a reflection so bright,
A mirror to the grit and the glory of this night.
This stage, our shared anvil, where the spirit is refined,
Leaving nothing but echoes, for the weary mind.

[Bridge]
Hear that distant freight train, a rumble in the air,
Carrying all the burdens, the ones we used to bear.
But tonight, we're forging laughter, out of iron will,
Another round of stories, on this Philly hill.

[Outro]
Yeah, the ore is spent, the furnace cools to grey,
But a new song's temper, waits for another day.