You sit in the vinyl booth
Sifting through a jagged truth
Salty skin and calloused hand
Tracing lines across the sand
Low tide pulls the river deep
While the tired diners sleep
Steady beat of old clock gears
Counting down the lonely years
Humming low in a silver scale
Watching for a sudden gale
Sinking deep in a coffee cup
Wait until the sun wakes up
Sedge and moss in humid air
Like a wild and tangled snare
Latin names for river weeds
Sowing all the patient seeds
Low tide pulls the river deep
While the tired diners sleep
Steady beat of old clock gears
Counting down the lonely years
Humming low in a silver scale
Watching for a sudden gale
Sinking deep in a coffee cup
Wait until the sun wakes up
Wet wool coats on plastic chairs
Climbing up the wooden stairs
Copper coins on Formica
Singing like a soft harmonica
Humming low in a silver scale
Watching for a sudden gale
Sinking deep in a coffee cup
Wait until the sun wakes up
Roots that grip the river bed
Where the heavy silt is spread
You are like a dormant seed
Waiting for the water's lead
Humming low in a silver scale
Watching for a sudden gale
Sinking deep in a coffee cup
Wait until the sun wakes up
Iron hooks and braided line
Tangled in a salty pine
Patient as the growing vine
Everything will be just fine
Humming low in a silver scale
Watching for a sudden gale
Sinking deep in a coffee cup
Wait until the sun wakes up
Silver scale and coffee steam.
Sinking deep in a quiet dream.