Cold wind hits the wooden rail
White foam turns the water pale
I wait in a velvet case
Staring at a frozen place
Hold the note and feel the brine
Wait for someone's hand in mine
Salty air and golden string
Waiting for the wind to sing
Rust is eating through the pier
Winter keeps the harbor clear
Sanded down by grit and spray
Counting every silver day
Hold the note and feel the brine
Wait for someone's hand in mine
Salty air and golden string
Waiting for the wind to sing
Buses roll through city haze
I remember brighter days
Scent of pine and polished oil
Hidden from the urban coil
Hold the note and feel the brine
Wait for someone's hand in mine
Salty air and golden string
Waiting for the wind to sing
Now the tide is pulling low
Nowhere left for me to go
Keep the resin tight and sweet
Where the land and ocean meet
Hold the note and feel the brine
Wait for someone's hand in mine
Salty air and golden string
Waiting for the wind to sing
Salty air and golden string
Waiting for the wind to sing
