Wooden porch on a muddy shore
I don't watch the tide no more
Brown leather under my hand
Wait for the dark to take the land
Rub the grain until it glows
While the heavy river flows
Polished black and shining bright
Waiting for the bayou light
Oil the seam and pull it tight
Keep the stitching out of sight
Cypress knees in a velvet haze
Spending all my quiet days
Rub the grain until it glows
While the heavy river flows
Polished black and shining bright
Waiting for the bayou light
Lamps are lit in the town afar
Farther than a falling star
I can see the city glare
Heavy heat in the humid air
Rub the grain until it glows
While the heavy river flows
Polished black and shining bright
Waiting for the bayou light
Salty skin and a callused thumb
Listen to the cricket hum
Old boots walking on a floor
I don't need the ocean roar
Rub the grain until it glows
While the heavy river flows
Polished black and shining bright
Waiting for the bayou light
Shining bright. Rub the leather.
Waiting for the light.