I drove a thousand miles today
In a cab of rusted grey
The city hums a heavy tune
Underneath a rising moon
I knead the dough with tired hands
Far away from coastal sands
The oven heat is all I know
While the harbor breezes blow
Salt in the air and flour on the sleeve
Wait for the moment the weary souls leave
One for the meter and one for the bread
A place for the heavy and hopeful to head
The fare is cheap for those who roam
Searching for a way back home
I know the cracks in every street
Where the salt and asphalt meet
Salt in the air and flour on the sleeve
Wait for the moment the weary souls leave
One for the meter and one for the bread
A place for the heavy and hopeful to head
The ferry light is blinking red
The oven fire is nearly dead
We lean against the iron rail
Watching every white wind sail
My coffee cup is stained and black
The midnight shift is coming back
I see the foam upon the bay
Wash the city grime away
A kind word costs a copper cent
Before the evening light is spent
We share a crust of sourdough rye
Underneath a purple sky
Salt in the air and flour on the sleeve
Wait for the moment the weary souls leave
One for the meter and one for the bread
A place for the heavy and hopeful to head
Drive me home to the harbor light.
Rest your head for a long dark night.
