You sit on the concrete ledge
Right on the highway edge
The paint is peeling away
In the salt of the bay
Oh you hold the coastal rain
Washing out the road and pain
Rusty metal, weathered skin
Where the ocean breezes begin
The blacktop hums a low tune
Under a pale white moon
You watch the big rigs roll by
Under a heavy grey sky
Oh you hold the coastal rain
Washing out the road and pain
Rusty metal, weathered skin
Where the ocean breezes begin
A driver stopped for a light
In the middle of the night
He saw you standing so still
Against the wind and the chill
Oh you hold the coastal rain
Washing out the road and pain
Rusty metal, weathered skin
Where the ocean breezes begin
You don't move for any man
Just a lonely water can
Still you stand your stubborn ground
While the diesel engines sound
Oh you hold the coastal rain
Washing out the road and pain
Rusty metal, weathered skin
Where the ocean breezes begin
Just a can on the ledge
Right on the highway edge
