Static on the midnight line
Watching all the ivy twine
Salty air and diesel haze
Counting down these coastal days
I am waiting for the light
Turning gold inside the night
Rooted deep in salted sand
Holding signals in my hand
Sedges grow in brackish gray
While the headlights fade away
Underneath the concrete beam
Waking from a heavy dream
Call signs drift across the foam
Far away from any home
Like a seed in winter sleep
Secrets that the minerals keep
I am waiting for the light
Turning gold inside the night
Rooted deep in salted sand
Holding signals in my hand
Symphyotrichum in the breeze
Bending low with quiet ease
I can feel the rhythm slow
Watching how the lichen grow
Copper wires and rusted steel
Turning like a heavy wheel
Patience is a steady root
Waiting for the sudden shoot
I am waiting for the light
Turning gold inside the night
Rooted deep in salted sand
Holding signals in my hand
Signal in the soil
Signal in the soil
Wait for the light
Wait for the light