Old pine hull on a concrete floor
Tied to a rusted iron door
Painted white but the paint is thin
Waiting for the tide to bring it in
Wooden rowboat in a parking lot
Holding onto every spark it got
Watching all the humming yellow glare
Floating in the heavy midnight air
Chrome wheels spin in a velvet blur
Engines hum with a steady purr
Satin sheets in a room upstairs
Counting all the heavy midnight cares
Snapshot flash of a silver key
Dreaming of a salt and open sea
Oil stains on the asphalt grey
Waiting for the light of early day
Wooden rowboat in a parking lot
Holding onto every spark it got
Watching all the humming yellow glare
Floating in the heavy midnight air
Tires roll on a black paved street
Rhythm of a slow and steady beat
No more oars and no more open blue
Just a lonely view of something new
Static noise on a radio dial
Driving south for a thousand mile
Wooden ribs and a heavy rope
Clinging to a thin and golden hope
Wooden rowboat in a parking lot
Holding onto every spark it got
Watching all the humming yellow glare
Floating in the heavy midnight air
Floating in the air.
Just a wooden boat.
Yeah, we're floating now.
