Winthrop

When we get back to Winthrop

Few miles from the airport

On a plastic chair

On a deck where my friends live



I watch the takin' off airplanes

I watch the ocean waves crashing

I knew with all of this movement

Something's got to give



Down at the high tide

Passed down through the family

The fishermen gather

To complain about the catch



Then they talk about time

Then they talk about tides

The pull of the moon

And the coffee deep night black



And I listen to them

And I listen to you

And for someone there is something

Never coming back



But for all that we've been through

For all that we've promised

Your wayward direction seems insensible



Words fall off like breathless fish

All flopping and scattered

And hearts picked over deemed dispensable



Down at the high tide

And were there for our last meal

The broken loaves are still enough for all



When we talk about time

We talk about tides

Under the moon

With the deep night coffee black



I hear the dim roar

Of the last flight out

And for someone there is someone

Never coming back



Talk about time

We talk about tides

Under the moon

With the deep night coffee black



So when I hear the dim roar

Of the last flight out

And for someone there is someone

Never coming back