Coffee black in a plastic cup
Watch the grey fog waking up
Iron rails and a salty breeze
Cold wind shaking all the trees
Walking on the silver line edge
Standing on the concrete ledge
Cast a wire in the midnight blue
Waiting for a feeling new
Rubber boots on the wooden floor
Hear the heavy ocean roar
Tide is pulling at the pier
Everything is crystal clear
Heavy coat and a rusted hook
Reading water like a book
Far away where the tankers glide
Drifting with the turning tide
Walking on the silver line edge
Standing on the concrete ledge
Cast a wire in the midnight blue
Waiting for a feeling new
Steel and salt in my tired hand
Far away from the city sand
Sinking deep in a neon glow
Where the heavy currents flow
Cold grease scent on a flannel shirt
Wiping off the shoreline dirt
One last cast before the light
Ends the fever of the night
Walking on the silver line edge
Standing on the concrete ledge
Cast a wire in the midnight blue
Waiting for a feeling new
Silver line edge
Silver line edge
