lifeblood: songs: winthrop

when we get back to winthrop
a few miles from the airport
on a plastic chair
on a deck
where my friends live
i watch the taking off airplanes
i watch the ocean waves crashing
i know 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
and they talk about time
and 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

well for all that we've been through
for all that we've promised
your wayward direction seems insensible
words fall out like breathless fish
all flopping and scattered
and hearts picked over
deemed dispensible
down at the high tide
when we're 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
um
and i hear the dim roar
of the last flight out
and for someone
there is someone never coming back

we talk about time
we talk about tides
under the moon
with the deep night coffee black
that's when i hear the dim roar
of the last flight out
and for someone
there is someone never coming back

words and music by emily saliers