You lean back in that folding chair
With salty wind inside your hair
The gravel crunch beneath your shoe
A shade of faded ocean blue
You are the captain of the drive
Keeping the old memories alive
Tying a knot in a piece of string
Waiting to hear the doorbell ring
The twilight turns the driveway gold
A story that is never told
You watch the cars go rushing by
Under a heavy purple sky
You are the captain of the drive
Keeping the old memories alive
Tying a knot in a piece of string
Waiting to hear the doorbell ring
Your coffee cup is chipped and grey
You watch the ending of the day
The neighborhood is far too still
A quiet house upon the hill
You are the captain of the drive
Keeping the old memories alive
Tying a knot in a piece of string
Waiting to hear the doorbell ring
You smell the brine in every breeze
The swaying of the maple trees
You keep your compass in your hand
A stranger in a dusty land
The meter runs but you don't move
You found a steady rhythmic groove
No more storms and no more heavy rain
Just the humming of a distant train
You close your eyes and feel the roll
The ocean taking back its toll
A little salt upon your skin
Where the city ends and waves begin
You are the captain of the drive
Keeping the old memories alive
Tying a knot in a piece of string
Waiting to hear the doorbell ring
Just park it there, let the engine cool
Salty air is the only rule
Yeah, just park it right there
