Track Insight / Lyrics
Thunder rolls across the western ridge
Rain hammers boards where the porch boards hide
A postcard sits beneath the warped wood ledge
Ink worn thin by years of salt and tide
Postcard in the storm, waiting out the rain
Postcard in the storm, memories remain
Fingers trace the edges, salt and time worn through
Words from distant harbors, waiting here for you
Lighthouse beam once swept the black night clean
Now porch light flickers, moths against the glass
Her handwriting leans like kelp in ocean green
Come home soon, the script still tries to pass
Postcard in the storm, waiting out the rain
Postcard in the storm, memories remain
Fingers trace the edges, salt and time worn through
Words from distant harbors, waiting here for you
Storm lifts slow, the dawn breaks pale and thin
Postcard dries beneath the warming beam
Salt crust cracks where ink and paper been
Another winter survived, another dream
Keeper's logbook closed, the lamp fuel spent
Waves still crash where the Fresnel lens once burned
Letters stacked in cedar, heaven-sent
Each one a harbor where the heart returned
Grandchild asks who wrote the pale line
A sailor's wife, a lighthouse keeper's own
The storm passes, leaving salt and pine
The postcard finds its place back in the home
Postcard in the storm, waiting out the rain
Postcard in the storm, memories remain
Fingers trace the edges, salt and time worn through
Words from distant harbors, waiting here for you
Thunder rumbles west, the sky turns blue
Porch boards warm beneath the morning sun
Ink holds fast though years have worn it through
Love outlasts the storm, outruns the gun
Postcard in the storm, waiting out the rain
Postcard in the storm, memories remain
Fingers trace the edges, salt and time worn through
Words from distant harbors, waiting here for you
Postcard in the storm, love sees seasons through
Postcard in the storm, still here with you
Ink and salt and paper, strong and true
