You stand where the salt air bites
Looking for the distant lights
Your coat is a heavy grey
Counting down the end of day
Blue gold on the water line
Wait for the signal and the sign
Scanning the bay in the deep glow
Watching the tide as it starts to flow
You hold a rusted brass glass
Watching all the tankers pass
Sydney burns in orange gold
Stories that the currents told
The ferry cuts a silver wake
A promise that you will not break
Standing on the jagged stone
King of a harbor all alone
Blue gold on the water line
Wait for the signal and the sign
Scanning the bay in the deep glow
Watching the tide as it starts to flow
The wind pulls a thread from your sleeve
A secret that you won't believe
The city is a circuit board
A music you cannot afford
You track the blink of a white mast
Holding to a ghost of the past
The dusk turns the skyline to ink
Standing on the very last brink
Blue gold on the water line
Wait for the signal and the sign
Scanning the bay in the deep glow
Watching the tide as it starts to flow
Keep the watch. Blue gold glow.
Keep the watch.