Cold Grey Steel

COLD GRAY STEEL by Payson Lyon
title by Steve McDaniel

These walls have been my life now, since June my 19th year
When you’re doing ten to thirty you don’t run or show your fear
I’ve learned to look the other way, to fight and not to feel
It’s a long way from a country road to home of cold gray steel

Cold as January rain, gray as graveyard stone
It don’t take a knife, just a wasted life, to cut you to the bone
There might be a heaven, but right now all that’s real
Are the clouds above the ones I love and cold gray steel

Thought I knew what I was doing, bit off more than I could chew
I could not see the kind of me, my life was leading to
I was too damn young and crazy, with wounds that wouldn’t heal
Thought I had it all ‘til I hit that wall of cold gray steel

Cold as January rain, gray like graveyard stone
It don’t take a knife, just a wasted life, to cut right to the bone
I might have a home in heaven, but right now all I feel
Are the clouds above the ones I love and cold gray steel

It ain’t that I don’t want to change, it ain’t that I don’t care
It ain’t that I don’t have a heart, it’s just packed in ice somewhere
It won’t be long before I’ve got a shot at going home
Don’t know if I can face the weeds of all the seeds I’ve sown
I’ve seen so many hit that gate, then come back dragging chains
‘Cause there’s something ’bout this cold gray steel that gets down in your veins

Cold as January rain, gray like graveyard stone
It don’t take a knife, just a wasted life, to cut right through the bone
Now I’m on my knees to heaven, praying ‘Good Lord, please reveal
The man I must be to set me free from cold gray steel
Help me be the kind that can leave behind cold gray steel

Show me every bridge to burn, how to hold on to the trust I earn
To walk for good and not return to cold gray steel’