Grey water laps the wooden beam
A silver flash a waking dream
I hold my camera to the glare
Cold morning mist is in my hair
The ferry horn is calling low
I have a thousand miles to go
The ink is bleeding on the page
A bird escaping from a cage
Humming low beneath the rain
Writing out the hidden pain
Paper soaked and turning blue
Everything I sent to you
The bus was loud and smelled of rust
My heavy boots are caked in dust
I caught a frame of city light
Before I vanished in the night
The ferry horn is calling low
I have a thousand miles to go
The ink is bleeding on the page
A bird escaping from a cage
Humming low beneath the rain
Writing out the hidden pain
Paper soaked and turning blue
Everything I sent to you
My lens is fogged and blurry now
I made a quiet winter vow
To find a place where wind is still
Beyond the shadow of the hill
The dock is empty and the sky
Is just a pale and frozen eye
I leave the letter on the wood
I'd take it back if only I could
Humming low beneath the rain
Writing out the hidden pain
Paper soaked and turning blue
Everything I sent to you
The first boat cuts the water wide
I feel the pulling of the tide
A final click a frozen scene
The world is shifting into green
Humming low beneath the rain
Writing out the hidden pain
Paper soaked and turning blue
Everything I sent to you
Ink on the dock.
Just a silver flash.
I'm gone.
