From the recording Forks
Lyrics
Standing at the rail
Looking out to sea
Standing at the edge of the horizon
The sea is what he knows
The salt that’s in his blood
But his family needs him now back on the shoreline
The ocean is his blood
It courses through his veins
Pulling on his heart like the tide
Like the Tide
Pulls you home
The tattoos on his arms
Reflect the rhythm of the sea
He’s no match for the chaos of the city
The grind of day to day
Pounding in his brain
Whiskey chased with beer helps but a little
So the city spat him back
He didn’t make the grade
His wife would have to learn to live without him