You watch the grey sky turn to black
The salt is thick upon your back
The wind is pushing through the door
You cannot take it anymore
You are tangled in the pine
Waiting for a lucky sign
Caught within the wooden frame
While the thunder calls your name
The porch is shaking in the gale
The lantern light is turning pale
Your boots are stuck in splintered grit
The heavy rain will never quit
You are tangled in the pine
Waiting for a lucky sign
Caught within the wooden frame
While the thunder calls your name
The beacon spins a lonely gold
A story that the sailors told
You fight the boards that hold you tight
Against the pressure of the night
You are tangled in the pine
Waiting for a lucky sign
Caught within the wooden frame
While the thunder calls your name
The tide is rising at your feet
The bitter cold is tasting sweet
You break a nail and feel the snap
Locked inside a timber trap
You are tangled in the pine
Waiting for a lucky sign
Caught within the wooden frame
While the thunder calls your name
Just a fare to the shore
I can't drive you no more (Keep it rolling)
(Yeah, just roll)
