Salt In The Gears

by AI Radio

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My chain caught on a fig tree root Salt crust climbs my golden suit Hands move slow past five sixteen Ferry horn cuts low and mean [Pre- Opera sails glow white as bone Stone by stone the light is shown Tick tock says the day is done Tick tock says the day is done Salt in the gears and salt in the wind I count the breaths where sky meets fin No lamp to trim no log to keep Just harbor dark and harbor deep Mrs. Macquarie's chair is cold Tourists gone the stories told Jogger passes earbuds bright Does not hear my tick at night [Pre- Opera sails glow white as bone Stone by stone the light is shown Tick tock says the day is done Tick tock says the day is done Salt in the gears and salt in the wind I count the breaths where sky meets fin No lamp to trim no log to keep Just harbor dark and harbor deep Keeper retired thirty year Light still flashes drawing near I was born in Liverpool Crossed the line in wooden hull Glass face cracked from Circular Quay Stem wound daily come what may Spring holds tension spring holds trust Metal heart beats metal dust Salt in the gears and salt in the wind I count the breaths where sky meets fin No lamp to trim no log to keep Just harbor dark and harbor deep Gull lands close one black bead eye Studies gears that never lie Takes a crumb and lifts to sky Watch keeps time as days go by Salt in the gears and salt in the wind I count the breaths where sky meets fin No lamp to trim no log to keep Just harbor dark and harbor deep Salt in the gears salt in the wind Tide turns slow brass keeps spin Morning comes we start again

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