I’m alone on the fence
With my hands held high
To a loaded pistol
And some loaded die
Just give me a sign
It’ll take some time
But, i’m told there’s charm
In my quiet eyes
I’m growing old with fear
I’ve been washed out to sea
Off this rickety pier
I’m hoping I find some ground
So I make it back in time
Before they’ve all left town
When I comb my hair
I would hope you’d care
And fix any strays
Blowing in the air
I’m a wandering man
But don't fret or fear
Just call my name
And i’ll always be near
I’m growing old with fear
I’ve been washed out to sea
Off this rickety pier
I’m hoping I find some ground
So I make it back in time
Before they’ve all left town
credits
from The Old Salts,
released November 3, 2014
Produced, Recorded, and Mixed by Sydney Galbraith at Desert Fish Studios
Mastered by Jeff Wolpert
Written by James da Mota
Performed and Arranged by The Old Salts
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