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