Old ink stains on a velvet paw
Cold wind cutting like a jagged saw
Salt spray clings to the leather bind
Leaving all the dusty shelves behind
Black coat blending with the purple haze
Walking through the Sydney harbor maze
Copper coins in a greasy tin
Where the midnight shifts and oil begin
Turn the page by the harbor light
Hold the story through the coming night
Salty air and a heavy gold ring
Hear the rusty harbor bells start to ring
Coffee steam in a cracked white cup
Wait for the morning sun to wake up
Paper edges curling in the breeze
Bending low like the winter olive trees
Turn the page by the harbor light
Hold the story through the coming night
Salty air and a heavy gold ring
Hear the rusty harbor bells start to ring
The ferry boat moans a low deep sound
While the anchor drags on the sandy ground
One last chapter in a weathered hand
Far away from the city's paved land
Griddle heat and the smell of fried bread
Counting hours till the night is dead
Whiskers twitching at the ocean spray
Watching all the blue water turn to gray
Read the lines of a forgotten name
Playing a slow and a lonely game
Sooty paws on a white linen sheet
Walking slow down a cobblestone street
Turn the page by the harbor light
Hold the story through the coming night
Salty air and a heavy gold ring
Hear the rusty harbor bells start to ring
Close the book as the lanterns glow
Let the heavy harbor current flow
Just a page turn in the salt and dew
Starting over with a vision new
