Track Insight / Lyrics
Underneath the pier he kneads the dough
Windy harbor night with nowhere else to go
Salt spray on the window, flour on his hands
He works the graveyard shift the way his mother planned
Salt and flour, salt and flour
Kneading through the midnight hour
Salt and flour, salt and flour
Something warm from something sour
Harmonium hums low against the tide
Foot tambourine he taps against his side
Lighthouse sweeps the water, gulls are fast asleep
He folds the butter in and prays the crust will keep
Salt and flour, salt and flour
Kneading through the midnight hour
Salt and flour, salt and flour
Something warm from something sour
Wiry little grin beneath his cap
Wipes the counter clean and checks the map
Ships come groaning in from open sea
He feeds them all for almost nothing, nearly free
Salt and flour, salt and flour
Kneading through the midnight hour
Salt and flour, salt and flour
Something warm from something sour
Oh, the choir he remembers sings off-key
Hymns his grandmother would hum so quietly
Every loaf's a prayer he doesn't say
Just a humble rising at the break of day
By the dawn the harbor glows like tin
Fishermen will shuffle, tired, wander in
He'll hand them bread still steaming from the stone
And watch them eat before they head back out alone
Salt and flour, salt and flour
Kneading through the midnight hour
Salt and flour, salt and flour
Something warm from something sour
Something warm from something sour
Flour on the counter, salt on the wind
He'll be back tomorrow when the night begins
