Intro
Chalk dust settled thick on the scale house glass
Old man Voss kept a ledger bound in brass
Said the iron don't lie and the scale don't bend
Every name that crossed that gate got weighed in the end
Verse
Sixteen years old, gloves too big for my hand
Stacking plate on the hook where the foremen stand
Voss called me quick, said the numbers don't cheat
Wrote my name in the margin, said now you complete
The book that outlives every man on this floor
Frost on the rafters, blood dried on the door
Watched Delray lose two fingers to the press in July
Voss wrote it down clean, no tremor, no lie
Said grief gets a line but it don't get a page
Every debt paid in sweat gets its own kind of wage
I learned how to carry the cold like a coat
Learned the weight of a man by the ink in his throat
Voss died on a Tuesday, ledger open on his chest
Nobody cried loud, we just carried the rest
Buried him with the brass locked shut in his hand
Said now the whole yard's inheritance is mine to command
Chorus
The ledger don't forgive, it just keeps the score
Every scar's a line I carved into the door
Weigh the iron, weigh the man, call it even now
Cold hands write the names the fire won't allow
Verse
Now it's my hand on the brass, my ink on the sheet
Every man that walks through still gets his own beat
Marquis lost his knee to a chain that snapped loose
I gave him three lines and a place on the truce
Called it a debt to the yard, not a debt to be paid
Said the scale only balances what iron has made
I write down the hours like verses in stone
Every name that I log finds a life of its own
Kept the book through the strike, kept it through the freeze
Kept it when the union folded to its knees
Some men get statues, some just get a date
I give them both in the margins, I settle the weight
Twenty winters in, my knuckles look like Voss's did