Old wool coat on a plastic chair
Salt air scent in the humid air
Watching trucks roll a heavy line
Counting hours on a rusted sign
He is waiting by the diesel glow
Where the midnight currents start to flow
Heavy boots on a concrete floor
He don't sail the ocean any more
Copper coins in a weathered hand
Far away from the shifting sand
Glass of coffee in a paper cup
Watching yellow headlights waking up
Blue light hums on a cracked storefront
Bearing scars from a winter brunt
Iron hinges on a swinging door
He can't feel the rolling water roar
He is waiting by the diesel glow
Where the midnight currents start to flow
Heavy boots on a concrete floor
He don't sail the ocean any more
North star hiding in a city haze
Lost inside of a concrete maze
Trade the anchor for a parking lot
Tied forever in a sailor's knot
Tattered map in a denim fold
Stories that have already been told
Silver rings on a shaking wrist
Vanishing in a morning mist
He is waiting by the diesel glow
Where the midnight currents start to flow
Heavy boots on a concrete floor
He don't sail the ocean any more
Just the glow Let it go
Diesel and salt
