Steel from Twenty Three by Keith Jolie

Keep on going to that same old bar
Every day at three, maybe just one
Same place where I met my old lady
When the money was flush and booze and girls were fun
But she's 5 years my ex and the place changed hands
The reasons are gone and the signs faded out
I guess I keep hoping for one last chance to finally hold my head up
Finally hold my head up and

Steel, it feels like steel
It's fired and forged and hard and cold and real
It doesn't remind me of all that it was
It's a hell of a backwards deal
And steel, it feels like steel

Streets full of holes from the trucks pulling out
Leaving bones where there used to be buildings
Sign says for lease there's a lineup outside
Payday loans that need to be services
Art's the new steel can't open old mills
My boots in the closet nothing can stop it
Something to make I'm good with my hands
I don't want to Take
I'm a man but

Steel, it feels like steel
It's fired and forged and hard and cold and real
It doesn't remind me of all that it was
It's a hell of a backwards deal
And steel, it feels like steel

• Folk
• blues rock
• city-folk
• folk rock
• roots rock
• Toronto