Track Insight / Lyrics
Peeling paint curls, blue to gray
Sailor boots thump where children play
He checks each locker, reads each name
Salt wind remembers how he came
Anchor lines hold what the tide forgets
Salt in the wood, salt in the nets
He walks the boards where the whistle slept
Anchor lines hold what the tide forgets
Brass ticket punch hangs quiet, cold
Stories stacked in ticket rolls
He traces initials, carved deep, slow
Dust catches light he used to know
Cello weeps from somewhere outside
Prairie wind slips through doors wide
He finds a photograph, torn in two
Younger him in navy blue
Anchor lines hold what the tide forgets
Salt in the wood, salt in the nets
He walks the boards where the whistle slept
Anchor lines hold what the tide forgets
No compass rose on depot walls
Just footprints fading down the halls
He pockets the past, lets the rest go
Anchor lines pull steady, slow
Morning horn blows, schedule calls
He straightens up, leans on the walls
Train shudders in, steel on steel
Anchor lines hold what is real
Anchor lines hold what the tide forgets
Salt in the wood, salt in the nets
He walks the boards where the whistle slept
Anchor lines hold what the tide forgets
Salt in the grain, salt in the air
Depot stands, and the sailor's there
