Track Insight / Lyrics
Sailor stands where the pier ends cold
Salt wind tangles his coat of old
Binoculars lifted to the grey
Counts the buoys drifting away
He keeps the watch that the tide can't break
Horizon bleeding where the gulls cry
Coffee burns in the diner's wake
Night holds its breath, he won't say die
Knots in fingers from decades of rope
Eyes scan the water, mapping the scope
Tide clock ticks on the splintered rail
He reads the swells like a braille tale
He keeps the watch that the tide can't break
Horizon bleeding where the gulls cry
Coffee burns in the diner's wake
Night holds its breath, he won't say die
Diner sign flickers, bacon pops
Cook flips eggs, the clock never stops
Regulars laugh at his weathered stare
Captain's counting waves in his chair
He keeps the watch that the tide can't break
Horizon bleeding where the gulls cry
Coffee burns in the diner's wake
Night holds its breath, he won't say die
Fog rolls in like a wool blanket thrown
Buoy bell clanging a low, slow moan
He adjusts the lens, wipes the glass clear
Speaks the coordinates no one can hear
Storm warnings painted on the radio
Static hissing where
