Track Insight / Lyrics
Morning dawns, unblinking sea stretches out to meet
The tilted pier, a weathered wooden stake, lace for boat
No gentle pilings, no slip under flapping flags
No joyous shouts, shrill cries of kids embarking
Solitude settles into every hollow, dusty space
Once-reverberant calls, now only wind's gentle face
No whistles pierce the mist's demure grip, no horn's harsh blast
Only silence, until the dawn's mist slowly past
Dock's last breath, like a heart in decline
Blades of grass lean sideways, sluggish, spine by spine
The sole laborer strolls with cane, bend to the ground
No enticing beacons beckon, no distant ships astound
Faded billboards cling, peeling, lichen-crusted skin
Ghosts of menus promising sushi, Tex-Mex within
No real people stroll, only seabirds wading in
Weary footsteps scrape, the decaying plank horizon's end
Solitude settles into every hollow, dusty space
Once-reverberant calls, now only wind's gentle face
No whistles pierce the mist's demure grip, no horn's harsh blast
Only silence, until the dawn's mist slowly past
Dock's last breath, like a heart in decline
Blades of grass lean sideways, sluggish, spine by spine
The sole laborer strolls with cane, bend to the ground
No enticing beacons beckon, no distant ships astound
Scraps of music, like memories, dissolve in air
Last night's laughter, long extinguished, leave no spark there
No mail trucks rumble, no deliveries bring
No news of the world beyond this remote pier's swing
Just the wind, ain't nothing else but the wind
Just the waves, lonesome sounds, trips 'round my mind
Wish I was back in Port Erin, hear the siren's song
Instead I'm here, this crumbled dock, where I don't belong
Dock's last breath, like a heart in decline
Blades of grass lean sideways, sluggish, spine by spine
The sole laborer strolls with cane, bend to the ground
No enticing beacons beckon, no distant ships astound
Lighthouse life extinguished, like a smoldering ember
No more warning lights to sailors at dusk or deliver
Dwindling sun sinks, its reddening arc, a blaze
No more saving souls, as duty's flame gradually fades
Dock's last breath, like a heart in decline
Blades of grass lean sideways, sluggish, spine by spine
The laborer's footsteps echoing, fade, slow goodbye
No ferries, no escape, just wind, sky, and I
Between my feet, the weathered wood sprains
The worn steps, now a lonely path for one alone
No purpose, no point, only the empty wharf
Where I stand, where the world is left untethered, and adrift.
