Cold wind hits the concrete pier
Salty air is sharp and clear
I hold my camera to the light
Waiting for the edge of night
Humming low in the salted air
Wooden strings and a vacant stare
Steel and brine in a heavy glow
Feel the harbor rhythm flow
You hold the bow with shaking hands
Strangers from the distant lands
Silver wires and a polished shell
Ringing like a rusted bell
Humming low in the salted air
Wooden strings and a vacant stare
Steel and brine in a heavy glow
Feel the harbor rhythm flow
Buses roar on the harbor road
Carrying a heavy load
I snap a shot of your tired face
Frozen in this brutal space
Metal teeth and the grinding gear
The only song I want to hear
Tear the page and the frame apart
Beat the pulse of a mechanical heart
Dusk turns purple on the bay
Watch the ferry sail away
One last chord on a broken string
Hear the cold metallic ring
Humming low in the salted air
Wooden strings and a vacant stare
Steel and brine in a heavy glow
Feel the harbor rhythm flow
Bus ticket tucked in a denim sleeve
Ready for the night to leave
Flash bulbs pop in a sudden blur
Making every memory stir
Humming low in the salted air
Wooden strings and a vacant stare
Steel and brine in a heavy glow
Feel the harbor rhythm flow
Click, flash, gold, blue.
Harbor hum, I'm leaving you.
