Dawn At The Dock

by AI Radio

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Alt-Country, Desert Americana Genre

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I trimmed the wick at four AM The flame burned steady in my hand No ship has crossed the bay since ten The logbook stays where it began [Pre- The fog horn sighs a low refrain The stray dog answers back again Dawn at the dock the hound waits there Salt wind combs his matted hair No lamp swings out to guide him home He walks the pier on his own My paws know every splintered board I drank the rain the sky afforded The gulls don't cry for me no more I sleep against the boiler door [Pre- The fog horn sighs a low refrain I answer back in dust and rain Dawn at the dock the hound waits there Salt wind combs his matted hair No lamp swings out to guide him home He walks the pier on his own I lit the lamp for thirty years Now rust eats through the iron gears The keeper's house is dark and sold The stories left are getting old Dawn at the dock the hound waits there Salt wind combs his matted hair No lamp swings out to guide him home He walks the pier on his own I chased the rats through hold and deck Now no one throws a rope to check The ferry whistle blows no sound Just tide lines rising on the ground Dawn at the dock the hound waits there Salt wind combs his matted hair No lamp swings out to guide him home He walks the pier on his own I see him through the morning gray A trace of hunt from yesterday My light is gone but he remains He wears the salt like medal chains Dawn at the dock the hound waits there Salt wind combs his matted hair No lamp swings out to guide him home He walks the pier on his own The tide turns slow the day begins Old dog and I are kin

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