Salt crust dries on callused hands
Grease stains map the diner lands
Foghorn moan dies in the rain
Neon flickers pulse and pain
Tide tables memorized by heart
Engine rhythm tore apart
No lighthouse beam to guide me home
Just chrome and Formica chrome
Salt in the grease grease in the salt
Two worlds collide neither halts
Ferry deck to diner booth
Truth is rough and truth is truth
Diesel fumes cling to wool coat
Pie slice warms a splintered throat
Waitress knows the usual order
Quarter life a shortened border
Tide tables memorized by heart
Engine rhythm tore apart
No lighthouse beam to guide me home
Just chrome and Formica chrome
Salt in the grease grease in the salt
Two worlds collide neither halts
Ferry deck to diner booth
Truth is rough and truth is truth
Lantern lens I used to clean
Now reflect in coffee sheen
Keeper's log gathers harbor dust
Seagulls scream in exhaust gust
Three AM and the grill goes cold
Stories bought but never sold
One foot land one foot sea
Neither claims the likes of me
Whoa-oh-oh hear the engine roar
Yeah-yeah-yeah kiss the shore
Clock radio spits static noise
Harbor master's tired voice
Shift change comes with gray dawn light
Another crossing another night
Salt in the grease grease in the salt
Two worlds collide neither halts
Ferry deck to diner booth
Truth is rough and truth is truth
Cup runs dry the booth is paid
Salt and grease the life we made
