You stand where the salt air bites deep
While the city is falling asleep
Rusty handle and a chipped paint skin
Waiting for the morning to begin
You are the rust on the pier today
Watching the grey ships sail away
Holding the mist in a metal hold
A story that never gets told
Fog rolls in like a thick wool sheet
Hiding the cracks in the concrete street
You hold the water for a dying weed
Giving the shoreline everything it needs
You are the rust on the pier today
Watching the grey ships sail away
Holding the mist in a metal hold
A story that never gets told
Fare for the ride is a heavy cost
Looking for things that the current lost
Old iron skin and a leaking base
Standing steady in a lonely place
You are the rust on the pier today
Watching the grey ships sail away
Holding the mist in a metal hold
A story that never gets told
The cable cars clang in the distance far
Under the light of a lonely star
You don't move for the wind or the rain
You just absorb all the winter pain
Tide comes in with a heavy sound
Pulling the secrets from the sandy ground
You keep your watch by the wooden rail
Patient and still as the breezes fail
You are the rust on the pier today
Watching the grey ships sail away
Holding the mist in a metal hold
A story that never gets told
Just a rusty can on the bay. Stay right there.
Let the tide wash it all away.
