Salt on the Strings

I rode in slow with the morning tide

Sand on my shoes and a smile I try to hide

In aimless riding on the foam at my feet

Like a postcard pulled apart by the heat

Oh, let the waves keep talking for us

Let the shoreline blur and the headlights rust

I'm easy in the dress

I'm fine in this way

If the sun burns out

I'll still find my way

We hung our worries

On a boardwalk reel

Watched the ghosts lean in

In the long day pale

Your laugh came back

And it's all a bend

And I thought that maybe this could never end

Oh, let the waves keep talking for us

Let the shoreline blur and the headlights rust

I'm easy in the drift and I'm fine in the sway

If the sun burns out, I'll still sign my way

When the evening turns the water cold

I don't need much, just a hand to hold

A little life, a little notion, a little shore

And a kind of quiet I can live in more

Oh, let the waves keep talking for us

Let the shoreline blur and the headlights rust

I'm easy in the drift

I'm fine in this way

What's tall in my throat?

I'm home this way