Geodetic Marker

[Verse 1]
The line for the gym on Mifflin Street snakes around the foundry wall
I'm tracing your initials in the condensation, a long-distance call
They're passing out donuts from a cardboard box, the sky is flat and grey
But there's a hum beneath the concrete, a different kind of survey.

[Chorus]
We're drawing blueprints with our bodies in the cold
A quiet kind of leverage, a story to be told
Rebar in our patience, a geodetic mark
We're building something different, a slow-burn in the dark.

[Verse 2]
The November air's got a slag-heap bite, my paper ballot feels so thin
You always said, "Measure twice, cut once… and then, my friend, you begin."
I see the quiet calculations in the corner of a stranger's eye
A cantilevered hope against a low-pressure sky.

[Chorus]
We're drawing blueprints with our bodies in the cold
A quiet kind of leverage, a story to be told
Rebar in our patience, a geodetic mark
We're building something different, a slow-burn in the dark.

[Bridge]
My finger finds the checkbox, just a little graphite dust
For every rivet you drove home, for every girder built on trust.

[Outro]
A distant train horn on the viaduct...
And we wait.