You step off the salt and the spray
Into a bright humming display
The air smells of oil and old heat
The asphalt is hard on your feet
The glass doors are sliding so slow
The fluorescent ceiling is aglow
You look for a map or a sign
A marker to hold a straight line
You are the light in the deep blue
Searching for something brand new
Under the buzz of the glare
Looking for gold in the air
The coffee is bitter and black
You walk down a narrow thin track
The aisles are all silver and cold
Stories of highways untold
You are the light in the deep blue
Searching for something brand new
Under the buzz of the glare
Looking for gold in the air
No crashing wave on the shore
No iron key in the door
Just the hum of the machine
And a glow of electric green
You touch a cold bottle of dew
The label is faded and blue
You remember the wick and the oil
The way that the ocean would boil
The clerk has a look in his eye
Like a bird in a colorless sky
You pay with a coin and a nod
Walking the concrete like a god
You are the light in the deep blue
Searching for something brand new
Under the buzz of the glare
Looking for gold in the air
Back to the tower and tide
Nowhere for a sailor to hide
Neon Tide.
Neon Tide.
