Eighteen wheels stopped at the gate.
I can't let this feeling wait.
Counting stones along the pier.
Finally I feel you near.
Walk it back to where we start.
Beat the rhythm of my heart.
Salt water steps upon the sand.
Hold the world inside my hand.
Cold wind bites the harbor wall.
I can hear the seagulls call.
Diesel fumes and ocean spray.
I have traveled far away.
Walk it back to where we start.
Beat the rhythm of my heart.
Salt water steps upon the sand.
Hold the world inside my hand.
Coffee stains and midnight maps.
Filling in the lonely gaps.
Steel and chrome and heavy gear.
Now the finish line is here.
Walk it back to where we start.
Beat the rhythm of my heart.
Salt water steps upon the sand.
Hold the world inside my hand.
Grey light breaking through the haze.
Ending all these road-worn days.
Footsteps clicking on the stone.
I am finally coming home.
Walk it back to where we start.
Beat the rhythm of my heart.
Salt water steps upon the sand.
Hold the world inside my hand.
Just one step more.
Right to your door.
