Wet boots on a checkered floor
I lean back against the door
The street is a river of grey
I watch the long hours decay
Turn the wheel and watch it spin
Where the heavy tides begin
Wash the salt from off my skin
Let the midnight cycle win
The humming of a dryer drum
Makes my tired fingers numb
I smell the soap and damp wool heat
While water floods the empty street
I cast my line in deep blue seas
But now I'm brought down to my knees
The coffee in my cup is cold
A story that is getting old
Turn the wheel and watch it spin
Where the heavy tides begin
Wash the salt from off my skin
Let the midnight cycle win
The wind howls a low lonely song
I've been out in the storm too long
One coin for a moment of peace
Until the winter rains release
The clock ticks a slow steady beat
Above the drumming of the street
I wait for the water to clear
While the morning light draws near
Turn the wheel and watch it spin
Where the heavy tides begin
Wash the salt from off my skin
Let the midnight cycle win
Just a fare to take me home
Through the silver rainy foam
Watch it spin.
