I feel his heavy leather boot
The salt is deep within the root
He leans his weight against my face
A broken man in a lonely place
The winter wind is cutting thin
He lets the frozen evening in
His wool coat smells of diesel oil
Where harbor waters churn and boil
Hold the weight of the winter tide
Nowhere left for a soul to hide
Walk the line of the cobblestone
Cold and heavy and all alone
He drops a coin upon my skin
Where the alleyway shadows begin
He stares at clouds of silver gray
Watching the ferry sail away
Hold the weight of the winter tide
Nowhere left for a soul to hide
Walk the line of the cobblestone
Cold and heavy and all alone
The oil lamp flickers in the gale
The ghost of a long forgotten sail
He shakes the frost from a shaking hand
The furthest point of a frozen land
His breath is white in the biting air
A tangled mess of a sailor's hair
He hums a tune that the currents know
While the bitter north winds start to blow
I hold his step as he turns around
The only witness to a hollow sound
He leaves a footprint in the sleet
The rhythm of a slow defeat
Hold the weight of the winter tide
Nowhere left for a soul to hide
Walk the line of the cobblestone
Cold and heavy and all alone
Cold stone, gray light
Cold stone, gray light
