You stand by the iron gate
The midnight hour is late
Your boots are caked in river salt
The city brings a heavy halt
You keep the lake inside your soul
A heavy tide you can't control
You lean against the basement wall
Waiting for the horn to call
The saxophone begins to moan
You feel the weight of being alone
The coffee in your cup is cold
A story that is never told
You keep the lake inside your soul
A heavy tide you can't control
You lean against the basement wall
Waiting for the horn to call
You smell like diesel and the deep
While all the other people sleep
The brassy notes begin to climb
You're just a ghost out of your time
The current pulls you far away
Beyond the light of common day
The water rises in the street
Where jazz and salty currents meet
You watch the smoke drift in the air
A lonely look a vacant stare
The rhythm hits a sudden peak
The kind of truth you dare to seek
You keep the lake inside your soul
A heavy tide you can't control
You lean against the basement wall
Waiting for the horn to call
You tip your hat and walk away
Before the sky turns into gray
The concrete feels like shifting sand
A stranger in a foreign land
You keep the lake inside your soul
A heavy tide you can't control
You lean against the basement wall
Waiting for the horn to call
Lake Michigan blue
Just me and you
Waiting for the call
