Here I stand with my own kinnAt the end of everythingnfinally the dream has gone nI've nothing left to hang uponnI came here with all my friendsnLeaving behind the wait of yearsnLeaving alone in a flood of tearsnOut on a prospect that never endsnAll the landscape was the millnGrim as the reaper with a heart like hellnWith a river of bodiesnFlowing with the bellnWe built it all with our own handsnBut who could know we built on sandnBut now it's barren all to soonnThere's no miracle in ruinnWe set the flame and it burned so bluenWith open eyes I watched it grownA sea of palms in an ocean of snownHands with the courage to start anewnHere was a home for the lost and scarednOut of the yards and dry docksnThe call of the steel that would never stopnThere was a refuge for those who darednIn a steeltownnWhen the heat's onnI went downnAnd the heat turned on menHere I stand with my own kinnAt the end of everythingnfinally the dream has gonenI've nothing left to hang uponnIn a steeltownnWhen the heat's onnI went downnAnd the heat turned on me