Diesel smoke and salty air
White lines lead me anywhere
Hofner bass is humming low
Watching how the clover grow
Patience in the shifting gear
The coastal edge is finally near
Rooted in the concrete grey
Watching all the salt spray spray
Hold the line and feel the flow
Where the wild sea-grasses grow
Deep in soil and deep in mind
Leaving every mile behind
Sedges cling to rusted steel
Sensing every heavy wheel
Salty mist on polished glass
Counting every mile I pass
I can hear the xylem sing
While the heavy engines ring
Salty wind begins to blow
Telling me it is time to go
Rubus grows along the wall
Waiting for the night to fall
Tangled vines in velvet green
The softest sight I have ever seen
Rooted in the concrete grey
Watching all the salt spray spray
Hold the line and feel the flow
Where the wild sea-grasses grow
Deep in soil and deep in mind
Leaving every mile behind
Salicornia turns to red
While the tired city is dead
I talk to the moss on the stone
Feeling less and less alone
Just a seed in a rolling gale
Tracing out a coastal trail
Steady hands on leather grip
Let the heavy moments slip
Slowing down to see the bloom
In the twilight's purple room
Laminaria in the tide
Nowhere left for me to hide
Rooted in the concrete grey
Watching all the salt spray spray
Hold the line and feel the flow
Where the wild sea-grasses grow
Deep in soil and deep in mind
Leaving every mile behind
Deep in the soil.
Just let it grow.
Slow it down.
