Salt air clings to the heavy door
Rust is eating the iron floor
I keep the lamp for the ships at sea
Now the garden is calling me
Orange fur on a jagged stone
Walking circles and all alone
Small paws press on the frozen grit
Where the old window panes have split
Tracing lines on the broken glass
Watching all of the winter pass
Gold and white in a sudden blur
Salty wind in a calico fur
Green leaves lean to the shaking frame
I can't remember the flower's name
You are hunting a ghost in the weeds
Sowing wild and the drifting seeds
Tracing lines on the broken glass
Watching all of the winter pass
Gold and white in a sudden blur
Salty wind in a calico fur
The tide is rising in the bay
The grey horizon steals the day
Hold the line till the morning glow
Where the heavy oil lanterns flow
Claws are scratching the cedar beam
Waking up from a heavy dream
Sooty paws on a white tiled ledge
Walking right on the razor edge
Storm clouds roll in a wall of lead
Put the heavy wool quilt to bed
I see you wait by the garden gate
Before the hour is far too late
Tracing lines on the broken glass
Watching all of the winter pass
Gold and white in a sudden blur
Salty wind in a calico fur
Glass edge, gold light
Glass edge, gold light
Stay tonight
