I am the reel in the brine
Tangled in a nylon line
Salt on my steel and my gear
The harbor wind is all I hear
Spin me fast on the pier
Salty air and the fear
Silver reel and the spray
Washing the movie away
Cold water hits my iron frame
No one remembers my name
I watch the grey water roll
Heavy wind takes a hard toll
Tangled in kelp and the grit
I am a broken little bit
The projector light went out fast
Nothing is built here to last
Spin me fast on the pier
Salty air and the fear
Silver reel and the spray
Washing the movie away
Tied to the post in the rain
Screwing the bolt in the chain
The salt eats the chrome and the gold
The story is already told
Rust on the sprocket and wheel
Cold as a wintery seal
The harbor is deep and it's wide
I am just drifting with tide
Spin me fast on the pier
Salty air and the fear
Silver reel and the spray
Washing the movie away
Silver reel salt
Spinning to a halt
Just salt.