You hold a card with edges torn.
The ink is pale and thin and worn.
You stand where salt and cedar meet.
The frozen sand beneath your feet.
The ferry left an hour ago.
The river current moving slow.
A faded stamp from forty-four.
A ghost that knocks upon your door.
Oh take me where the water gleams.
Beyond the reach of broken schemes.
Hold the line and feel the pull.
Until the heavy moon is full.
You trace the lines of every street.
Where old desires and distance meet.
The morning air is sharp and cold.
A story that was never told.
Oh take me where the water gleams.
Beyond the reach of broken schemes.
Hold the line and feel the pull.
Until the heavy moon is full.
Shed the skin of every fear.
The ringing bell is drawing near.
One last look at the empty pier.
The path ahead is finally clear.
You fold the paper in your hand.
A tiny piece of distant land.
The dock is shaking in the breeze.
The winter wind begins to freeze.
You step away from the gray stone.
A road you walk but not alone.
The sun breaks through a heavy cloud.
The morning song is singing loud.
Oh take me where the water gleams.
Beyond the reach of broken schemes.
Hold the line and feel the pull.
Until the heavy moon is full.
Walk away from the empty dock.
Listen to the ticking clock.
Just walk away.
