Silver case worn smooth by thumb
Years of crossing come and gone
Hands move slow at quarter past
Dawn light paints the steel and glass
Brass dawn on the empty dock
Time keeps searching tick by tick
No ferry horns no seagull flock
Just a pocket watch and morning thick
Engraved initials faded deep
Promises the sea couldn't keep
Chain stretched long from vest to palm
Calm as coffee calm as calm
Brass dawn on the empty dock
Time keeps searching tick by tick
No ferry horns no seagull flock
Just a pocket watch and morning thick
Rust on the hinge salt in the gear
Thirty winters thirty years
Still it opens still it shuts
Like the diner's heavy guts
Brass dawn on the empty dock
Time keeps searching tick by tick
No ferry horns no seagull flock
Just a pocket watch and morning thick
No ticket punched no schedule kept
Just the rhythm slowly stepped
Wooden planks wear hollow rings
Where the watch face catches strings
Fog lifts slow like bacon grease
Sun hits glass the tension cease
Gears align with golden light
Darkness folds to morning bright
Snap it shut the sound is clean
Sharpest note the dawn has seen
Slip it deep in wool and wear
Another crossing nothing rare
Brass dawn on the empty dock
Time keeps searching tick by tick
No ferry horns no seagull flock
Just a pocket watch and morning thick
Brass dawn the search is done
Light wins out the night is gone
Tick tick on the brass chain
Dawn breaks on the ferry lane
