You climb the rusted ladder slow
Where summer heat begins to go
Your fingers find the worn wood grain
Salt wind brings a low refrain
The storm has broke the sky is clean
The air is sharp and salt and green
Your bow draws out a silver thread
Where all the heavy clouds have fled
Salt and rosin on the night air
Music rising up the iron stair
You trace the edges dark and deep
While the harbor falls to sleep
The city roar fades into gray
You simply play the end of day
No stage lights blind no velvet rope
Just iron bars and notes that float
The lamp I kept burns steady now
No fog horn blows no thunder cloud
Your music cuts the thickened air
A gift the night can proudly wear
Salt and rosin on the night air
Music rising up the iron stair
You trace the edges dark and deep
While the harbor falls to sleep
The strings cry out like gulls in flight
Above the bricks and mortar height
Each note a knot tied in the rope
That pulls you up the steepest slope
Salt and rosin on the night air
Music rising up the iron stair
You trace the edges dark and deep
While the harbor falls to sleep
The bow moves slow like tide at turn
A lesson hard for me to learn
You don't fight the water's push
You ride the swell the quiet hush
Salt and rosin on the night air
Music rising up the iron stair
You trace the edges dark and deep
While the harbor falls to sleep
The final chord hangs in the mist
A moment caught inside your fist
You pack the case you wipe the strings
The night bird sings the song you bring
Salt and rosin on the night air
Music rising up the iron stair
You trace the edges dark and deep
While the harbor falls to sleep
Salt and rosin on the air
Music rising up the stair
