Track Insight / Lyrics
Dawn breaks cold on harbor wire
Salt eats deep at every end
I splice the strands, feed the fire
Messages the storms defend
Salt on the line, salt on the line
Words ride the gale through brine and time
Salt on the line, salt on the line
Every voice finds home in mine
Gull cries loud above the pole
Insulation cracks and peels
My tape wraps tight, seals the whole
Current runs on weathered heels
Salt on the line, salt on the line
Words ride the gale through brine and time
Salt on the line, salt on the line
Every voice finds home in mine
Night brings trawlers, blinking red
Their radios crackle, weak and thin
I climb the rung where gulls have fed
Pull the static, let speech begin
Salt on the line, salt on the line
Words ride the gale through brine and time
Salt on the line, salt on the line
Every voice finds home in mine
No lamp to trim, no oil to pour
Just copper singing off the shore
But same vigil, same steady hand
Guiding words to solid land
Shift ends slow, the pier grows quiet
Coil the rope, wipe down the pliers
Tomorrow brings another riot
Of wind and wire, salt and fires
Salt on the line, salt on the line
Words ride the gale through brine and time
Salt on the line, salt on the line
Every voice finds home in mine
The wire hums past quitting time
Salt on the line, salt on the line
