You lean on a rusted old rail
Your coffee is bitter and stale
The morning is heavy and grey
You watch as the ships drift away
Your boots are all caked in the brine
You wait for a shimmering line
The current is pulling the tide
With nowhere for secrets to hide
You are the salt water ghost
The one that the shoreline loves most
Waiting for something to bite
Under the pale morning light
The pier is a skeleton frame
The wind doesn't mention your name
You cast out a thin nylon thread
While the city is sleeping in bed
You are the salt water ghost
The one that the shoreline loves most
Waiting for something to bite
Under the pale morning light
Cold fingers and a shaking hand
Far away from the crowded land
The mist is a blanket of wool
The pull of the ocean is full
You remember the way it once felt
Before all the old memories melt
The docks were a forest of pine
And everything felt like a sign
The foghorn is calling out low
You know that it's time now to go
You pack up your tackle and gear
The water is freezing and clear
You are the salt water ghost
The one that the shoreline loves most
Waiting for something to bite
Under the pale morning light
Just a ghost in the bay
Walking slow through the grey
Yeah, just walking away.
