Old boots sitting by the door
Rain is drumming on the floor
Coffee steaming in a cup
Wait for morning to wake up
Grey clouds rolling in the west
Give the heavy anchor rest
Cold wind shaking every pane
I can smell the coming rain
Salt and cedar in the air
Sinking deep into my chair
Let the thunder roll and roar
I don't sail those seas no more
Wooden porch is turning black
No more maps to lead me back
Copper kettle starts to sing
Listen to the metal ring
Grey clouds rolling in the west
Give the heavy anchor rest
Cold wind shaking every pane
I can smell the coming rain
Salt and cedar in the air
Sinking deep into my chair
Let the thunder roll and roar
I don't sail those seas no more
Calloused hands are shaking slow
Watching all the river flow
Hollow bells inside the town
Watch the heavy curtain brown
Salt and cedar in the air
Sinking deep into my chair
Let the thunder roll and roar
I don't sail those seas no more
Heavy wool against my skin
Let the summer storm begin
Sipping black and tasting grit
Wait for all the lamps to lit
Salt and cedar in the air
Sinking deep into my chair
Let the thunder roll and roar
I don't sail those seas no more
Just the rain on the roof. Stay right here.
Salt and cedar.