Salt spray hits the rusted steel
Turning like a heavy wheel
Dusk is painting purple lines
Across the harbor's jagged spines
Black leather gloves on a cold stone wall
Waiting for a distant call
Left in the wind by the harbor light
Sinking deep into the night
Silver frames and blurry views
Saturated indigo hues
Salty air and yellow paint
Fading like a ghost so faint
Two dark shapes in a frozen grip
Watching every ferry ship
Sleeve is torn by a jagged tear
Hanging in the winter air
Black leather gloves on a cold stone wall
Waiting for a distant call
Left in the wind by the harbor light
Sinking deep into the night
Empty pockets, heavy lens
Where the concrete city ends
One last shot of the golden bay
Before the colors wash away
Tide is pulling at the sand
Far away from any hand
Cold skin meets the velvet hide
Swaying with the evening tide
Black leather gloves on a cold stone wall
Waiting for a distant call
Left in the wind by the harbor light
Sinking deep into the night
Left on the rail.
Just black leather.
Just the wind.
