Track Insight / Lyrics
My joints are oak and worn by salt
My cushion holds the shape of halt
I sang the matins, knew the psalter
Now I'm porch and paint and altar
I rock and wait for no one's return
The light I hold will slowly burn
No passengers to greet or spurn
Just dawn and me and tide's slow turn
The gangway rots in kelp and rust
The schedule's just a pile of dust
No horn blows low across the gray
I rock the dark to keep the day
I rock and wait for no one's return
The light I hold will slowly burn
No passengers to greet or spurn
Just dawn and me and tide's slow turn
My slats are bleached to bone and bright
They signal nothing through the night
The ferry master knew my name
He waved once, but he never came
I rock and wait for no one's return
The light I hold will slowly burn
No passengers to greet or spurn
Just dawn and me and tide's slow turn
I don't miss the choir, just the chord
The alto line, the shared accord
No hymnal here, just gull and breeze
My rock's the only liturgy I seize
Once I held a mother's weight
Her baby slept, the hour late
The ferry came, they stepped aboard
I rocked alone, a silent lord
Now only tide and time remain
I rock the dock, I rock the rain
The sun comes up, the paint peels gold
The water warms, the story's told
No ticket punched, no fare to pay
I rock the light of another day
I rock and wait for no one's return
The light I hold will slowly burn
No passengers to greet or spurn
Just dawn and me and tide's slow turn
I keep on rocking, waiting, burning
Rock on, old chair, rock on
