Track Insight / Lyrics
You stand where the cold water meets the pier.
The winter wind whistles a song of fear.
You hold a thick rope in your weathered hand.
A lonely ghost guarding a strip of land.
Oh, you are rusting in the harbor breeze.
Sinking down slow like the autumn leaves.
The salt eats the metal, the salt eats the skin.
Waiting for tides that will never come in.
Your jacket is faded, a ghost of a grey.
You watch all the white ferries sailing away.
The diesel smoke lingers, a heavy blue haze.
Counting the hours of your colorless days.
You know that the current is cruel and deep.
While all of the city is falling asleep.
The harbor is humming a low, steady beat.
While oil stains the wood underneath your feet.
Oh, you are rusting in the harbor breeze.
Sinking down slow like the autumn leaves.
The salt eats the metal, the salt eats the skin.
Waiting for tides that will never come in.
The copper is green and the anchor is red.
The stories of sailors are better off dead.
The chain makes a rattle, a sharp silver ring.
While the gulls in the rafters start to scream and sing.
The fog rolls in thick like a heavy white sheet.
The smell of the brine makes the memory sweet.
You lean on the railing, you stare at the foam.
A man with a harbor to call his own home.
Oh, you are rusting in the harbor breeze.
Sinking down slow like the autumn leaves.
The salt eats the metal, the salt eats the skin.
Waiting for tides that will never come in.
Just salt in the iron.
Just salt in the bone.
Sailing alone.
