You sit high on the concrete rail
Watching every silver trail
Brown leather skin and open palms
Keeping the coastal highway calm
The salt air bites the rusted steel
You wait for something you can feel
Two empty hands in a frozen grip
Watching the midnight tankers slip
You're the leather watch on the line
Counting the cars and the passing time
Salty wind blowing through the seam
Living a steady, weathered dream
A yellow cab flies fast and loud
Tearing a hole through the morning cloud
You do not blink and you do not sway
Guarding the road in a quiet way
You're the leather watch on the line
Counting the cars and the passing time
Salty wind blowing through the seam
Living a steady, weathered dream
The tide comes in to wash the shore
You've seen the storm and you've seen the roar
No light to guide but the headlights glow
Watching the river of traffic flow
The leather cracks in the summer heat
Casting a shadow on the concrete street
You hold the gaze of a distant town
While the orange sun starts sliding down
The fog rolls in like a heavy sheet
Making the coastal circuit complete
Still you remain in your lonely post
The silent guard of the jagged coast
You're the leather watch on the line
Counting the cars and the passing time
Salty wind blowing through the seam
Living a steady, weathered dream
Just keep your watch. Hold the line.
Steady now.
