I am rusted steel and brine
Sinking where the currents line
Heavy chains and iron skin
Where the saltwater seeps in
Cracked glass panes and peeling paint
A harbor song that sounds so faint
Greenhouse walls and salt air blue
I am waiting here for you
Ferns are curling in the heat
Where the land and water meet
Jagged shards of frozen light
Cutting through the velvet night
Oil spills make a rainbow stain
Washing off the summer rain
Copper bolts are turning green
The strangest sight I have seen
Cracked glass panes and peeling paint
A harbor song that sounds so faint
Greenhouse walls and salt air blue
I am waiting here for you
The bus stop is a mile away
The colors turn from gold to grey
I hold the image in my sight
Before the coming of the night
Tugboat ropes are frayed and thin
Where the winter tides begin
Glassy ceilings break apart
Beating like a heavy heart
Cracked glass panes and peeling paint
A harbor song that sounds so faint
Greenhouse walls and salt air blue
I am waiting here for you
Just one shot of rusted gold
Before the evening air turns cold
Click the shutter, hold the view.
