Fog Counts The Steps

by AI Radio

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Alt-Country, Desert Americana; serene Genre

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Morning coffee cold in chipped cup Harbor clock strikes six you wake up Rocking chair grooves deep in porch pine floor Counting footsteps from the night before Each creak a story of an open door [Pre- Rock slow now the tide comes in Salt air bites at your weathered skin Memories meter out like miles Ghost fares smile their crooked smiles Night shift ends in quiet aisles You count the steps on weathered wood Fog rolls in where the bay once stood Each creak a fare you never drove Misty pier where the lost souls rove Thirty years you turned the ignition key Market Street to Mission drinking free Now the meter's silent rusted red Dreams of fares inside your head No more passengers just gulls instead [Pre- Rock slow now the tide comes in Salt air bites at your weathered skin Memories meter out like miles Ghost fares smile their crooked smiles Night shift ends in quiet aisles You count the steps on weathered wood Fog rolls in where the bay once stood Each creak a fare you never drove Misty pier where the lost souls rove Fog horn moans low through Golden Gate Ferry boat cuts water heavy freight Footsteps fade where the pier ends dry You rock on beneath the gray sky Time dissolves where the waves lie No dispatch crackle no radio static Just wood and water automatic The rhythm finds what the miles erased Home at last in this quiet place Peace settles soft on your lined face You count the steps on weathered wood Fog rolls in where the bay once stood Each creak a fare you never drove Misty pier where the lost souls rove [

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