You walk where the salt air is cold
A story the shoreline has told
The timber is grey and it creaks
The winter wind whistles and speaks
One two three and you're coming home
Across the white crest and the foam
I count every beat of your shoe
The signal is calling for you
The copper wire hums in the wall
I wait for the evening to fall
The lantern is trimmed and it's bright
To guide your way through the black night
One two three and you're coming home
Across the white crest and the foam
I count every beat of your shoe
The signal is calling for you
Your coat is a heavy brown wool
The tide in the harbor is full
I hear how the iron chain rings
While the lonely sea-gull now sings
One two three and you're coming home
Across the white crest and the foam
I count every beat of your shoe
The signal is calling for you
The pier is a long narrow line
A border of cedar and pine
I track every thud on the board
A rhythm the ocean ignored
The radio clicks in the dark
A steady and flickering spark
The distance is closing so fast
The waiting is over at last
You stop where the railing is worn
The edge of a new morning born
The scent of the brine on your skin
Is where all my memories begin
One two three and you're coming home
Across the white crest and the foam
I count every beat of your shoe
The signal is calling for you
I count every beat of your shoe.
Coming home.
(Hums fade)
