Old boots resting by the door
Salt stains on the wooden floor
Grey sky turning into gold
Stories that the tides once told
Sinking in the gravel grey
Watching all the light decay
Salty air and heavy skin
Wait for where the stars begin
Copper kettle on the heat
Sanding down the uneven seat
Woolen coat to keep the chill
While the evening air stays still
Sinking in the gravel grey
Watching all the light decay
Salty air and heavy skin
Wait for where the stars begin
Iron gates and rusted chain
Washing off the summer rain
Deep blue lines inside my head
Words the rolling currents said
Heavy anchor, steady hand
Far away from any land
Tethered to a garden plot
Tying every sailor's knot
Sinking in the gravel grey
Watching all the light decay
Salty air and heavy skin
Wait for where the stars begin
Low light flickering in the hall
Yellow paint upon the wall
Twilight settling on the drive
Feeling lucky and alive
Sinking in the gravel grey
Watching all the light decay
Salty air and heavy skin
Wait for where the stars begin
Gravel and salt.
Just gravel and salt.
Wait for the stars.