The road is a river of gray
The heat makes the asphalt sway
I found a small hull in the shade
Where a concrete bridge was laid
Oh, this dry land boat
Keeping a memory afloat
Far from the salt and the foam
A desert place to call home
No lanterns to guide the way here
The air is too heavy and clear
The cedar is cracked and it's old
A story that needs to be told
I remember the crash of the tide
And places where sailors would hide
Now the red sand is filling the keel
The stillness is all I can feel
Oh, this dry land boat
Keeping a memory afloat
Far from the salt and the foam
A desert place to call home
No current to pull at the bow
Just a heavy and silent now
I trade the deep blue for the gold
Before the last evening grows cold
I polish the wood with my hand
A stranger in this burning land
I wait for a wave that won't come
While the desert beats like a drum
Oh, this dry land boat
Keeping a memory afloat
Far from the salt and the foam
A desert place to call home
Just a dry land boat.
Safe in the shade.
Dry land boat.
