Track Insight / Lyrics
Grommets grip the salt like rusted holy grails
Diesel fumes rise thick past barnacled rails
Wind turns each fold to snapping organ pipes
Gulls answer back with harsh and crying types
The ratchet clicks its counterpoint
Tide rises past the piling joint
No stained glass, just corrugated gray
But the choir sings the same old way
Canvas Gospel, salt and rust
Diesel hymn in the harbor gust
We cover what the road left bare
Altos rising in the salt air
Chain binders bite the load with levered grace
Ratchet teeth click time in this salt-stung place
Creosote pilings groan the old dock's hymn
Tide marks the hours on each timber limb
Winch cable sings its tension line
Moon pulls the water to the barnacled sign
No pews, just pallets stacked in steel array
But the liturgy starts the same old way
Canvas Gospel, salt and rust
Diesel hymn in the harbor gust
We cover what the road left bare
Altos rising in the salt air
No nave nor chancel, just the open bay
Headlights sweep the dark like judgment day
Engine coughs a chord in minor third
Exhaust paints the night with smoke unheard
Canvas Gospel, salt and rust
Diesel hymn in the harbor gust
We cover what the road left bare
Altos rising in the salt air
Tarpaulin skin remembers every mile
Brine in the weave, diesel in the pile
Rope burns the palms that cinch the final knot
Dawn breaks the harbor, rig takes what it got
Canvas Gospel, salt and rust
Diesel hymn in the harbor gust
We cover what the road left bare
Altos rising in the salt air
Logbook closes, pages stiff with salt
Another run, another psalm, another halt
Canvas folds quiet, grommets catch the light
Harbor sings the chorus through the night
Canvas Gospel, salt and rust
Diesel hymn in the harbor gust
We cover what the road left bare
Altos rising in the salt air
Canvas Gospel, salt and rust
Canvas Gospel, salt and rust
Amen written in the harbor dust
Flapping fade on the final gust
