Old wood leans by the grey concrete
Where the salt spray and diesel meet
Worn strings hold a frozen tune
Underneath a pale white moon
I kept the glass clean in the tower
Counting every midnight hour
You watch the cars rush to the town
While the heavy fog settles down
Sing a song for the hollow frame
Call the wind by a secret name
Hold the line till the morning glow
Where the cold coastal currents flow
Maple skin with a golden crack
Wait for someone to bring you back
Iron rails and the humming tire
Cold as ice but a hidden fire
Sing a song for the hollow frame
Call the wind by a secret name
Hold the line till the morning glow
Where the cold coastal currents flow
Tide pulls hard on the jagged stone
Two old souls in the dark alone
Sanding edges of a broken bow
Watching all of the headlights go
I polished brass to keep the light
Cutting through the black of night
You guard the road with a silent plea
Looking out at the rolling sea
Heavy rain on the asphalt floor
Knocking loud on a rusted door
Wait for hands that can play the part
Beat the rhythm of a wooden heart
Sing a song for the hollow frame
Call the wind by a secret name
Hold the line till the morning glow
Where the cold coastal currents flow
Just a song in the salt and spray
Wait for light of a brand new day
The bridge violin plays on
Until the dark is gone
