Black boots on a wooden floor.
I can't find the open door.
Gray clouds roll across the bay.
I will stay another day.
Splicing lines in the heavy rain.
Copper wire numbing all the pain.
Splicing lines in the heavy rain.
Copper wire numbing all the pain.
Oil stains on a canvas sleeve.
Hard to know when I should leave.
Thunder shakes the porch tonight.
Waiting for the morning light.
Splicing lines in the heavy rain.
Copper wire numbing all the pain.
Splicing lines in the heavy rain.
Copper wire numbing all the pain.
Old salt in the harbor wind.
This is where the storm begins.
Zinc and iron in my hand.
Walking on this sodden land.
Splicing lines in the heavy rain.
Copper wire numbing all the pain.
Splicing lines in the heavy rain.
Copper wire numbing all the pain.
Lamps that blink in the distance far.
Wishing on a hidden star.
Cold water hits the garden gate.
I am just a man who has to wait.
Tools are heavy in the bag.
Wet cloth is a salty rag.
One last knot to hold the wire.
Burning like a coastal fire.
Splicing lines in the heavy rain.
Copper wire numbing all the pain.
Splicing lines in the heavy rain.
Copper wire numbing all the pain.
Hold the line.
Just hold the line.
Copper wire rain.
