Track Insight / Lyrics
He walks the pier at slack tide hour
Feels the bay's cold breathing power
Kit bag rests on weathered plank
Tide slips slow along the bank
Salt on leather, tide in thread
Old hands stitch where gulls have fed
Fog horn moans a low refrain
He shines the boots and walks again
Awl and wax and bristle brush
Tools he's held through storm and hush
Lamp oil scent on calloused thumb
Keeps the dark from coming home
Salt on leather, tide in thread
Old hands stitch where gulls have fed
Fog horn moans a low refrain
He shines the boots and walks again
Horsehide drinks the brine and gray
Stitch by stitch the night gives way
Each pass a prayer the keel holds fast
Each shine a memory cast
Salt on leather, tide in thread
Old hands stitch where gulls have fed
Fog horn moans a low refrain
He shines the boots and walks again
No logbook now, no watch to keep
Just waves that rock the pier to sleep
The beam still sweeps but not his eyes
He tends the shoes beneath the skies
Now the bench is empty wood
Footprints fade where once he stood
Light sweeps slow across the water's skin
He nods once and turns within
Salt on leather, tide in thread
Old hands stitch where gulls have fed
Fog horn moans a low refrain
He shines the boots and walks again
Salt on leather, tide in thread
He walks the pier where gulls have fed
