Flour on my apron white
Baking in the dead of night
Kneading dough by yellow glare
Salty mist is in the air
Under the concrete grey high beam
Waking from a heavy dream
Searching for a place to grow
Where the coastal currents flow
Sedge and saltgrass by the road
Carrying a heavy load
Latin names for every weed
Sowing every tiny seed
Under the concrete grey high beam
Waking from a heavy dream
Searching for a place to grow
Where the coastal currents flow
Steel and iron overhead
Where the weary travelers tread
I can feel the soil is deep
While the tired cities sleep
Under the concrete grey high beam
Waking from a heavy dream
Searching for a place to grow
Where the coastal currents flow
Warmth inside the oven glow
Watching all the petals blow
Root and stem and golden grain
Washing clean inside the rain
Under the concrete grey high beam
Waking from a heavy dream
Searching for a place to grow
Where the coastal currents flow
Salt and sourdough
Let the wild things grow
