Coffee steam curls past your wrist
Morning fog lifts off the pine mist
Telephone wires hum old hymns
Copper sings where the storm begins
Between the poles and pine you stand
Coffee cup warm in your calloused hand
Wire hum and needle scent combine
You're the keeper of the pine line
Kerosene dawn paints the counter top
Salt crust clings to your wedding band
Storm lamps swing where the gulls don't stop
You read the sky like borrowed land
Between the poles and pine you stand
Coffee cup warm in your calloused hand
Wire hum and needle scent combine
You're the keeper of the pine line
Truckers speak in diesel prayer
Maple syrup stains the plastic menu
Cross arms stretch against the morning air
Ceramic clinks where the wires renew
Between the poles and pine you stand
Coffee cup warm in your calloused hand
Wire hum and needle scent combine
You're the keeper of the pine line
Fog horn blows from memory shore
Foot tambour taps the wooden floor
Gang vocals rise like tide on stone
You walk the line back to your home
Between the poles and pine you stand
Coffee cup warm in your calloused hand
Wire hum and needle scent combine
You're the keeper of the pine line
You're the keeper of the pine line
Pine line keeper till the end of time
Strummed guitar fades on salt breeze
Pine line waitress tending seas
