You stand by the rusted rail
Your old navy jacket pale
Coffee in a paper cup
Watching as the sun wakes up
Humming to the silver tide
Nowhere left for you to hide
Low notes drifting on the breeze
Swaying like the coastal trees
Salt is on your weathered skin
Where the ocean currents spin
You count every docking line
Waiting for a secret sign
Humming to the silver tide
Nowhere left for you to hide
Low notes drifting on the breeze
Swaying like the coastal trees
Empty ferries glide away
Into a misty shade of gray
You remember every port
Life was long and then was short
Humming to the silver tide
Nowhere left for you to hide
Low notes drifting on the breeze
Swaying like the coastal trees
Cold wind hits the concrete floor
You don't sail that ship no more
Just a tune and heavy boots
Tied to these old harbor roots
I bring you a piece of toast
From the diner by the coast
You smile with a tired eye
Underneath a lemon sky
Humming to the silver tide
Nowhere left for you to hide
Low notes drifting on the breeze
Swaying like the coastal trees
Just a low hum in the air.
Silver tide, silver tide.
Keep it humming.
