I lean against a rusted rail.
The morning air is sharp and pale.
My varnish cracks in salted wind.
Where all the city limits end.
A velvet case of deep maroon.
The tide is humming some old tune.
I feel the vibration of the quay.
A wooden heart beside the sea.
Silver strings on a concrete shore.
I don't want to be lonely anymore.
Wake the dawn with a golden flare.
Electric hum in the salty air.
The ferry boat is out of sight.
I hold the ghost of amber light.
A single thumb upon my spine.
A sudden touch, a steady line.
Silver strings on a concrete shore.
I don't want to be lonely anymore.
Wake the dawn with a golden flare.
Electric hum in the salty air.
Cold iron beams and frozen stone.
I learned to sing this song alone.
But now a hand begins to play.
And turns the winter into May.
The camera clicks a sudden frame.
A teenage girl who knows my name.
She lifts me high above the grit.
Where all the morning colors hit.
We walk away from water stains.
Through empty streets and subway trains.
My maple wood begins to glow.
Wherever this new rhythm goes.
Silver strings on a concrete shore.
I don't want to be lonely anymore.
Wake the dawn with a golden flare.
Electric hum in the salty air.
Just a snapshot of the day.
Just a snapshot of the day. Hold the light.
Hold the light.
