Cedar planks and a rusty chain
Waiting out the coming rain
Sydney harbor turns to gray
Watching all the ships sail away
Hold the line in the cold salt spray
Wait for the wind to blow away
Tied to the dock by a weathered rope
Sinking deep in a heavy hope
Copper light on the distant hill
Everything is standing still
Coffee black and a grease-stained hand
Looking for a piece of land
Gulls are screaming in the blue
Old wood shaking, shaking through
Tide is pulling at the beam
Tearing open every seam
Hold the line in the cold salt spray
Wait for the wind to blow away
Tied to the dock by a weathered rope
Sinking deep in a heavy hope
The water is a heavy black
There ain't no way of turning back
Just a hull and a wooden seat
Feeling every rhythmic beat
Iron anchors in the mud
Pumping like a winter blood
Dusk is falling on the bay
I ain't moving any way
Hold the line in the cold salt spray
Wait for the wind to blow away
Tied to the dock by a weathered rope
Sinking deep in a heavy hope
Just let it rock.
Keep it tied to the dock.
Salt and cedar.
