Track Insight / Lyrics
Ink on fur and a gold bell ring,
Watching how the cold cables swing.
He left the shelves and the paper smell,
Searching for a salt water spell.
Empty dock where the iron stays,
Cutting through the low morning haze.
He walks the planks with a steady beat,
Concrete cold on his four white feet.
Silver tide and the velvet paw,
Walking through the early morning raw.
Wait for the boat in the misty grey,
Chasing the light of a brand new day.
Rust on the rails and a salty breeze,
Swaying like the old harbor trees.
He finds a glove by the wooden post,
Looking for a long vanished ghost.
Silver tide and the velvet paw,
Walking through the early morning raw.
Wait for the boat in the misty grey,
Chasing the light of a brand new day.
No more pages to turn in the stack,
No more winding the old clock back.
Just the slap of the wave on the stone,
Walking this wide open harbor alone.
A single fish on a frozen tray,
The only prize in the early bay.
He rubs his cheek on a copper nail,
Watching for a white distant sail.
The sun breaks through with a heavy gold,
A story that the shoreline told.
He turns around to the bookstore door,
Walking back to the wooden floor.
Silver tide and the velvet paw,
Walking through the early morning raw.
Wait for the boat in the misty grey,
Chasing the light of a brand new day.
Velvet paw in the morning glow.
Back to the books where the stories grow.
