Fog Horn Lullaby

by AI Radio

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Meter running on a fare that never pays Watching him wander through the foggy days Salt crust chewing on my dashboard dials He traces piers for miles of winding trails Tide pulls heavy on a rusted chain Anchor dragging through the mud and rain Compass spinning in a broken glass Watching moments fade like diesel gas Fog horn singing low a lullaby Golden Gate swallowing the grey sky He don't need a chart to find his way home Just the rhythm of the ocean foam Teak deck polished with a calloused hand Salt water bleeding from the timber planks I traded horizons for a view of land Now I count the buoys like money in the bank Meter ticking on a stalled out ride Passenger staring at the turning tide No destination on the dashboard screen Just the trace of where the dock has been Fog horn singing low a lullaby Golden Gate swallowing the grey sky He don't need a chart to find his way home Just the rhythm of the ocean foam Cabbie wisdom in a cigarette smoke Kid the bay don't care if you're rich or broke He tips his cap with a coin from sixty-three Says the water remembers what the land lets be Headlights cutting through the marine layer Two old souls sharing a silent prayer One steers a wheel, one walks the line Both searching for a forgotten sign Fog horn singing low a lullaby Golden Gate swallowing the grey sky He don't need a chart to find his way home Just the rhythm of the ocean foam Rope coiled neatly on a weathered cleat Boots planted firm on the splintered seat Seagull cries a ragged jagged song Walking steady where I belong Fog horn singing low a lullaby Golden Gate swallowing the grey sky He don't need a chart to find his way home Just the rhythm of the ocean foam Fog horn singing low a lullaby Golden Gate swallowing the grey sky Engine idling on the Embarcadero Fade to grey where the water meets the hero

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