I woke up where the tide don't roll
A rusted hull, a heavy soul
My keel is pressed on granite grey
A long long way from open bay
I'm a harbor boat on a city street
Where the salt and the red bricks meet
Tangled up in a Boston breeze
I'm a sailor dreaming of the seas
October leaves are gold and red
I've got a sidewalk for a bed
The tourists stare at my peeling paint
My engine hums a low complaint
I'm a harbor boat on a city street
Where the salt and the red bricks meet
Tangled up in a Boston breeze
I'm a sailor dreaming of the seas
A coffee cup drips on my bow
I'm stuck in concrete, I don't know how
The taxi horns are loud and shrill
While my iron heart is standing still
I'm a harbor boat on a city street
Where the salt and the red bricks meet
Tangled up in a Boston breeze
I'm a sailor dreaming of the seas
I miss the smell of diesel fuel
The winter wind, the ocean cruel
I'd trade this curb for a churning foam
And a dark blue channel leading home
The crane is coming to lift me high
To pull my belly to the sky
I feel the chain bite in my side
Ready for the turning tide
I see the water, a silver line
The taste of brine is tasting fine
One last look at the brick and stone
I'm heading back to the deep unknown
I'm a harbor boat on a city street
Where the salt and the red bricks meet
Tangled up in a Boston breeze
I'm a sailor dreaming of the seas
Back to the blue
Back to the blue
Just let me go.
