Ferry cuts the harbor hush
Deckhand lifts his copper light
Opera sails catch final blush
My lens drinks the fading white
Harbor breathes in amber grain
Camera holds the moving frame
Deckhand's beam calls each name
Runaway finds quiet claim
Bus ticket tucked in worn jeans
Harbour Bridge paints steel ribs gold
Salt stings where the lens has been
Stories rise from decks untold
Harbor breathes in amber grain
Camera holds the moving frame
Deckhand's beam calls each name
Runaway finds quiet claim
Bowed bass groans from wharf below
Fingerpicked chords map the sky
Glockenspiel drops diamond slow
Each note a place to land, to fly
No city glare to fake the dark
Just wind and wake and copper spark
My hands stop shaking on the steel
This moment saves what time can't steal
Ferry horn sighs low and long
Deckhand nods, his shift near done
Sydney exhales, sweet and strong
Night settles on the waking one
Harbor breathes in amber grain
Camera holds the moving frame
Deckhand's beam calls each name
Runaway finds quiet claim
Shutter clicks the final frame
Salt wind dries the tear tracks clean
Runaway speaks her true name
Harbor lights show what she's seen
Harbor breathes in amber grain
Camera holds the moving frame
Deckhand's beam calls each name
Runaway claims her quiet claim
Lens caps shut on
