Track Insight / Lyrics
Dawn breaks cold on the salt-rusted rail
No hull breaks the grey-green swell
My barrel turns, a slow detail
Searching where the timetable fell
Brass eye scans the empty dock
Morning light finds no boat to dock
Just gulls and rope and tide's slow clock
I hold the glass, I hold the watch
Kerosene mornings, I know the rhythm
Wick trimmed low before the storm
Now rust drinks the salt that kissed the prism
No keeper's hand to keep me warm
Brass eye scans the empty dock
Morning light finds no boat to dock
Just gulls and rope and tide's slow clock
I hold the glass, I hold the watch
Ferry horn used to shake my housing
Two AM, the steel throat sang
Now silence sits like final dousing
No engines wake the harbor's clang
Brass eye scans the empty dock
Morning light finds no boat to dock
Just gulls and rope and tide's slow clock
I hold the glass, I hold the watch
Barnacles bloom on my brass shoulder
Lens grows dim with decades' breath
Still I turn when the sky turns colder
Faithful to the promise of depth
No schedule posted, no ticket sold
The route was cut when the money failed
But muscle memory is old and cold
I sweep the channel, clean and detailed
Sun climbs higher, burns the fog to vapor
Water clears to jade and steel
My search finds nothing, no savior
No gangway drops, no wheel
Brass eye scans the empty dock
Morning light finds no boat to dock
Just gulls and rope and tide's slow clock
I hold the glass, I hold the watch
Still I scan, still I watch
The tide turns. I remain.
Brass eye. Dawn.
