Track Insight / Lyrics
Forty years I chased horizon lines
Salt crusted deep in these cracked hands
Now the tide pulls different signs
Docked where no compass understands
Salt and steel don't speak the same
One burns hot, one bears the name
Waves crash soft on platform edge
Two worlds meet on the final ledge
Grill stays hot through graveyard shift
Regulars order the usual spread
Eggs flipped clean, a practiced gift
Bell rings sharp when the plate is fed
Salt and steel don't speak the same
One burns hot, one bears the name
Waves crash soft on platform edge
Two worlds meet on the final ledge
Subway wind tastes like coming storm
Rattles tiles where advertisements peel
Uniform folded, kept dry and warm
Boots still know the deck's steel heel
Anchor dropped in concrete bed
Hash browns crisp on the flattop grill
No more stars to navigate by
Just the clock that ticks standing still
Pie rotates in the glass display
Cherry, apple, pecan, keys to the case
Night watchman nods on his coffee break
Time moves slow in this quiet place
Salt and steel don't speak the same
One burns hot, one bears the name
Waves crash soft on platform edge
Two worlds meet on the final ledge
Last train gone, the tunnel swallows sound
Rhodes chords drift from a basement door
Feet find rhythm on the hollow ground
Sailor's gait on a wooden floor
Salt and steel don't speak the same
One burns hot, one bears the name
Waves crash soft on platform edge
Two worlds meet on the final ledge
Steel rails cool beneath worn boots
Coffee gone cold in the morning air
Salt and steel share the same quiet prayer
