Old salt in a plastic chair
Smelling like the ocean air
Watching for a tidal wave
In a place the water gave
Oh the tide is coming slow
Where the yellow grasses grow
Sailing on a sea of sand
Waiting for a distant land
Copper sky and red clay floor
I don't sail the coast no more
Iron rails and highway lines
Reading all the road side signs
Oh the tide is coming slow
Where the yellow grasses grow
Sailing on a sea of sand
Waiting for a distant land
Coffee in a chipped white cup
Watching for the sun to wake up
Cotton clouds are drifting by
Painting stripes across the sky
Steel boots on a wooden porch
Holding up a steady torch
Far away the sirens scream
Waking from a salty dream
Silver watch upon my wrist
Counting every morning mist
Looking through a rusted scope
Hanging on a thin white rope
Oh the tide is coming slow
Where the yellow grasses grow
Sailing on a sea of sand
Waiting for a distant land
Kerosene and desert heat
Walking on a dusty street
Anchor buried in the clay
Watching as the light turns gray
Oh the tide is coming slow
Where the yellow grasses grow
Sailing on a sea of sand
Waiting for a distant land
Dry land horizon.
Sailing on the sand.
Sailing on the sand.
