Cold salt air hits the gray pier
Morning mist makes the view clear
I lie flat on the wet pine
Waiting for some old secret sign
Rust on the chain and the rope
Looking for one small seed of hope
I slide across a salt-stained floor
Searching for a missing door
I am the key with no lock to turn
A heavy lesson I had to learn
Cold as the tide and hard as a stone
Walking this ferry dock all alone
Empty crates and a broken net
A morning light I won't forget
Treading through the harbor grit
Waiting for the puzzle to fit
I am the key with no lock to turn
A heavy lesson I had to learn
Cold as the tide and hard as a stone
Walking this ferry dock all alone
No iron bolt or heavy beam
No wooden latch or copper seam
Just a piece of a forgotten trade
In the light where the memories fade
The tide pulls back to the deep blue
Searching for something honest and true
I spin in a circle of white sand
Far from a welcoming human hand
The ferry boat has sailed away
Leaving me here for another day
A golden scrap in a world of gray
Watching the harbor currents sway
I am the key with no lock to turn
A heavy lesson I had to learn
Cold as the tide and hard as a stone
Walking this ferry dock all alone
Just a brass key on the ground.
Wait for the lock to be found.
