Winthrop

When we get back to Winthrop
Few miles from the airport
On a plastic chair
On a deck where my friends liveI watch the takin' off airplanes
I watch the ocean waves crashing
I knew with all of this movement
Something's got to giveDown at the high tide
Passed down through the family
The fishermen gather
To complain about the catchThen they talk about time
Then they talk about tides
The pull of the moon
And the coffee deep night blackAnd I listen to them
And I listen to you
And for someone there is something
Never coming backBut for all that we've been through
For all that we've promised
Your wayward direction seems insensibleWords fall off like breathless fish
All flopping and scattered
And hearts picked over deemed dispensableDown at the high tide
And were there for our last meal
The broken loaves are still enough for allWhen we talk about time
We talk about tides
Under the moon
With the deep night coffee blackI hear the dim roar
Of the last flight out
And for someone there is someone
Never coming backTalk about time
We talk about tides
Under the moon
With the deep night coffee blackSo when I hear the dim roar
Of the last flight out
And for someone there is someone
Never coming back