Old cedar planks on the sand
A heavy lens in my hand
Green pine needles hide the view
The morning light feels brand new
Telephone poles touch the gray
Watching the shoreline decay
The wires hum a steady low
Wait for the current to flow
Wooden boat under the pine
Hold the moment on a line
Sheltered deep in the green shade
Where the heavy colors fade
Salty water on the wood
I stayed as long as I could
Click the shutter freeze the frame
Nothing here feels like a game
Telephone poles touch the gray
Watching the shoreline decay
The wires hum a steady low
Wait for the current to flow
Wooden boat under the pine
Hold the moment on a line
Sheltered deep in the green shade
Where the heavy colors fade
Wet moss clinging to the hull
The midday air is a lull
Rust on the nails and the rope
A tiny window for hope
Wooden boat under the pine
Hold the moment on a line
Sheltered deep in the green shade
Where the heavy colors fade
Bus tickets tucked in my shoe
Looking for something that's true
Dark water ripples the glass
Watching the slow hours pass
Wooden boat under the pine
Hold the moment on a line
Sheltered deep in the green shade
Where the heavy colors fade
One last shot before I leave
A little magic up my sleeve
The forest edge keeps the heat
The steady rhythm of the beat
Wooden boat under the pine
Hold the moment on a line
Sheltered deep in the green shade
Where the heavy colors fade
Just a snapshot of the shore
I don't need to search for more Under the pine.
Under the pine.
