I sit on this concrete ledge
Right on the highway edge
Steel keys and a ribbon red
Watching the cars ahead
Ink on a page of grey
Watching the world sway
Salty wind in my gears
Counting the passing years
A blue Ford slows its pace
I see a tired face
He looks at my heavy frame
He doesn't know my name
Ink on a page of grey
Watching the world sway
Salty wind in my gears
Counting the passing years
The ocean tastes like rust
I gather a coat of dust
Chrome bumpers flash a light
Before they slip into night
Ink on a page of grey
Watching the world sway
Salty wind in my gears
Counting the passing years
I hold every letter tight
Under the pale moon light
Waiting for a hand to press
And cure this old loneliness
Ink on a page of grey
Watching the world sway
Salty wind in my gears
Counting the passing years
Just a click and a hum
Until the morning comes
Ink and asphalt.