Coffee stains on a vinyl seat
Tires hum on the coastal heat
I watch the Taraxacum grow
Where the highway currents flow
I am leaning in the salty air
Tangled ribbons in my messy hair
Digging deep in the sandy ground
Where the quietest truth is found
Plastic trays and a tipping glass
Watching all the fast cars pass
My apron smells like old fried grease
Looking for a moment's peace
I am leaning in the salty air
Tangled ribbons in my messy hair
Digging deep in the sandy ground
Where the quietest truth is found
Call me Digitalis bloom
Waiting in this concrete room
I can feel the xylem rise
Underneath the summer skies
I am leaning in the salty air
Tangled ribbons in my messy hair
Digging deep in the sandy ground
Where the quietest truth is found
Sipping water from a paper cup
Looking till the sun comes up
My fingers touch the gritty loam
Finding where I feel at home
The overpass is cold and grey
I wish the wind would blow away
One small seed in a crack of stone
I am finally not alone
Petals white like a linen sheet
Salty wind and the midday heat
Now the root takes a steady hold
Turning silver into gold
I am leaning in the salty air
Tangled ribbons in my messy hair
Digging deep in the sandy ground
Where the quietest truth is found
Salt water root, salt water root.
Settle down in the sandy ground.
Settle down.