You hold the lens to catch the blue
The harbor salt is sticking too
A dusty bus ride brought you here
The city skyline feels so near
Follow the silver beam of light
Cutting a circle through the night
A watchman's torch in winter wind
Where the harbor edge begins to bend
You snap a frame of rusted rails
The wind is ripping through the sails
The man in navy checks the gate
He tells you that the ferry's late
Follow the silver beam of light
Cutting a circle through the night
A watchman's torch in winter wind
Where the harbor edge begins to bend
Your thumb is numb against the dial
You've walked for more than one long mile
The water turns a heavy grey
As golden colors fade away
Follow the silver beam of light
Cutting a circle through the night
A watchman's torch in winter wind
Where the harbor edge begins to bend
The beam is tangled in the wire
A flickering and lonely fire
You capture how the shadows lean
The sharpest sight you've ever seen
Step back from the railing edge
A secret kept on a stony ledge
The cold air tastes of oil and brine
You wait for all the stars to align
He tips his cap and turns away
The harbor greets the end of day
You pack the film inside the case
A memory of a hidden place
Follow the silver beam of light
Cutting a circle through the night
A watchman's torch in winter wind
Where the harbor edge begins to bend
Just one more shot.
Keep the silver beam.
Fade to blue.
