White paint peels on the wooden rail.
Wind rips through a canvas sail.
I sit here in this heavy chair.
Salt is thick in the harbor air.
Rocking back to the waterline.
Watching all of the gold light shine.
Salty breath and a steady beat.
Cold gray waves where the currents meet.
Iron bells ring a heavy sound.
Ships are turning and coming round.
Old rope burns on the cedar pier.
Tide is rising and drawing near.
Rocking back to the waterline.
Watching all of the gold light shine.
Salty breath and a steady beat.
Cold gray waves where the currents meet.
Silver scales in the fishing net.
Winter sun is a deep red set.
Tea is cold in a ceramic cup.
Wait for morning to wake me up.
Rocking back to the waterline.
Watching all of the gold light shine.
Salty breath and a steady beat.
Cold gray waves where the currents meet.
Fog is rolling in thick and white.
City lanterns ignite the night.
Wooden runners go click and clack.
Counting seconds until you're back.
Rocking back to the waterline.
Watching all of the gold light shine.
Salty breath and a steady beat.
Cold gray waves where the currents meet.
Swaying low, swaying slow.
Swaying low, swaying slow.
