Track Insight / Lyrics
Cold coffee in a plastic cup
The morning sun is coming up
He stares at grease upon the plate
A heavy soul, a heavy weight
The vinyl seat is cracked and old
The stories here are all told
The clock is ticking on the wall
He waits for one last distant call
Oh, sail away to the deep blue tide
Where the ghosts and the sailors hide
Wash the rust from a broken hand
Far away from this desert land
She pours the brew with steady grace
A tired look upon her face
He speaks of storms and northern light
That kept him waking through the night
The vinyl seat is cracked and old
The stories here are all told
The clock is ticking on the wall
He waits for one last distant call
Oh, sail away to the deep blue tide
Where the ghosts and the sailors hide
Wash the rust from a broken hand
Far away from this desert land
His knuckles white, his spirit worn
A sailor's heart, a sailor's torn
He maps the miles on a paper napkin
While the midnight wind begins to happen
Tear down the fence, break every chain
Feel the rush of the salty rain
Leave the diner and the highway line
Cross the border of the silver brine
Oh, sail away to the deep blue tide
Where the ghosts and the sailors hide
Wash the rust from a broken hand
Far away from this desert land
The headlights fade in a gray haze
He counts the end of lonely days
A final coin for a lucky charm
Safe away from the city harm
Oh, sail away to the deep blue tide
Where the ghosts and the sailors hide
Wash the rust from a broken hand
Far away from this desert land
Salt and chrome, salt and chrome
Take the tired sailor home.
