The salt air bites the rusted rail
The summer heat is turning pale
He leans against the blackened beam
A quiet man a steady dream
The gold light hits the harbor wall
The evening birds begin to call
He waits for one last flare to fly
Across the purple velvet sky
Under the iron fire escape
The dusk is taking on a shape
He hides away from wind and tide
With nowhere left for him to hide
His boots are worn from sandy floors
He keeps the key to heavy doors
The brass is polished bright and clean
The sharpest light he's ever seen
The gold light hits the harbor wall
The evening birds begin to call
He waits for one last flare to fly
Across the purple velvet sky
Under the iron fire escape
The dusk is taking on a shape
He hides away from wind and tide
With nowhere left for him to hide
A stranger stops to watch the view
The lens is clear the focus new
She snaps a shot of weathered skin
Where all the lonely years begin
Cold metal pressing on his back
The midnight train is on the track
Two strangers sharing one small space
A sudden smile on a tired face
Under the iron fire escape
The dusk is taking on a shape
He hides away from wind and tide
With nowhere left for him to hide
The lamp is lit above the bay
To guide the heavy ships their way
He steps back down the metal stair
The cooling scent of salt in air
Under the iron fire escape
The dusk is taking on a shape
He hides away from wind and tide
With nowhere left for him to hide
Just the iron and the tide
Nowhere left for him to hide
Keep it rolling.
