The Lines and the Tide

An old box of tools and a bible, a coffee can half full of dreams The scar of a name carved so careful, in the side of an evergreen The sweet smell of diesel and lumber, and leather gloves worn by the wind My hero of hoping and hunger, my one real man Blue-eyed and out on the water, just watching the lines and the tide But bring him home safe he’s my father, don’t go closing his blue eyes A nickel for what you been thinking, a dollar is more than i own A decade is too long to search for that highway back home So maybe i’ll move to a new town, and start up a life on the edge But then again maybe i’ll sit down and count how i’m blessed Blue-eyed and out on the water, just watching the lines and the tide But bring him home safe he’s my father, don’t go closing his blue eyes And the river is mighty at midnight, the canyon just layers of time You’re brighter to me than the moonlight, wider than the night sky I think of you when i’m out walking, or under the hood of my car The steady belief buried deep in the gold of your heart And someday i’ll want for the answers, to questions that i never posed Someday i’ll hold my own daughter the way you held yours Blue-eyed and out on the water, just watching the lines and the tide But bring him home safe he’s my father, don’t go closing his blue eyes