I hold the sand in my iron skin
Where the jungle vines begin to spin
My steel is red like a dying sun
Now the long haul race is finally done
Turquoise waves lap against my side
Nowhere left for a ghost to hide
Turquoise waves wash the salt away
I am anchored in the bay today
My engine sleeps in a heavy bed
With a crown of coral on my head
The tide comes in like a city street
Where the warm blue water and metal meet
I used to carry the weight of war
Now I just watch the white foam shore
The fish swim circles through my open hull
While I listen to the crying gull
Turquoise waves lap against my side
Nowhere left for a ghost to hide
Turquoise waves wash the salt away
I am anchored in the bay today
Old fares always pay a heavy price
This tropical heat is a kind of vice
I'm a rusted relic on a golden beach
With a harbor light just out of reach
No more maps and no more midnight runs
Just the steady heat of the island suns
I've seen the world from a salty pier
Now the quiet water is all I hear
Turquoise waves lap against my side
Nowhere left for a ghost to hide
Turquoise waves wash the salt away
I am anchored in the bay today
Keep the change, kid.
Just let me drift.
Turquoise rust.
