Track Insight / Lyrics
Cobbler sits where gulls don't land
Dawn paints shadows on his hand
Brush catches glow from dock lamp
Leather drinks light like a stamp
He buffs the shine that morning brings
While ferry horns sing their low things
Each stroke writes time on worn skin
Day breaks slow, lets him begin
Apron stained with grease and grin
He watches through the diner din
Coffee steams in chipped white cup
Dawn and dust both settling up
He buffs the shine that morning brings
While ferry horns sing their low things
Each stroke writes time on worn skin
Day breaks slow, lets him begin
Regulars joke on vinyl seats
Short orders, laughter, morning eats
But eyes keep drifting to the glass
Where cobbler's light begins to pass
He buffs the shine that morning brings
While ferry horns sing their low things
Each stroke writes time on worn skin
Day breaks slow, lets him begin
Rag drops slow on wooden bench
Salt crust cracks on every wrench
Hope don't shout, it just stays put
In the shine of a heavy boot
Ferry loads with sleepy tread
Cobbler packs his thread and lead
Diner door swings, bell gives clang
Another dawn, another pang
He buffs the shine that morning brings
While ferry horns sing their low things
Each stroke writes time on worn skin
Day breaks slow, lets him begin
Light holds steady on the grain
Stubborn hope ignores the rain
Rag folds neat on metal tray
Dawn keeps rising anyway
