Grey sand slips through my open hand
Cold wind blows across the salt land
Flash the bulb once to catch the blue
I take a shot to keep the view
Cedar branches brush the black
Walk the line and don't look back
Hold the frame and keep it still
Wait for the night to climb the hill
Low red glow on the water line
Watch the sparks in a crooked design
Low red glow as the embers fall
Hear the summer give one last call
Blue ink spills on the velvet sky
Watch the heavy white seagulls fly
Click the shutter a second time
Trace the ridge of a jagged climb
Cedar branches brush the black
Walk the line and don't look back
Hold the frame and keep it still
Wait for the night to climb the hill
Low red glow on the water line
Watch the sparks in a crooked design
Low red glow as the embers fall
Hear the summer give one last call
Old bus tickets in my left coat
Read the words of a handwritten note
Tread the pine needles on the floor
Search for a key to a locked door
Deep bass hum in the hollow wood
I would leave it all if I could
Heavy drums beat a steady pace
Blur the lines of a distant face
Low red glow on the water line
Watch the sparks in a crooked design
Low red glow as the embers fall
Hear the summer give one last call
Steel grey clouds hide the rising moon
Winter comes for the shore too soon
Fold the map and the plastic sheet
Walk the path on my tired feet
Low red glow on the water line
Watch the sparks in a crooked design
Low red glow as the embers fall
Hear the summer give one last call
Silver lens, gold light
Hold it fast, hold tight
