Yellow cab pulls to the wooden pier
Meter off and the shift ends here
Rain writes lines on the windshield glass
Watching moments of a life pass
Paper waits where the ferry sleeps
Morning breaks what the night tide keeps
Ink runs slow on the salt-wet page
Another story for the coming age
Envelope rests on a splintered bench
Seal broke open by the dawn's cold clench
Words bleed out in a blue-black stain
Nobody left to read the name
Paper waits where the ferry sleeps
Morning breaks what the night tide keeps
Ink runs slow on the salt-wet page
Another story for the coming age
Old hands know what the roads don't tell
Every fare carries a private hell
This letter's journey ended short
No sender left to claim the port
Gulls cry loud where the horn once blew
Sky turns pale from a navy blue
The paper lifts on a sudden gust
History scatters in airborne dust
Engine turns with a heavy sigh
Wipers clear the morning sky
Letter's gone but the bench stays wet
Another shade the dock won't forget
Paper waits where the ferry sleeps
Morning breaks what the night tide keeps
Ink runs slow on the salt-wet page
Another story for the coming age
Radio plays a faded tune
City wakes beneath the gloom
Meter clicks to a brand new day
Driver rolls on his weary way
Paper waits where the ferry sleeps
Morning breaks what the night tide keeps
Ink runs slow on the salt-wet page
Another story for the coming age
Paper waits where the water sleeps
Dawn takes what the night tide keeps
