Tidewater

There is a road that will lead to the end of the world
And with each curve brings you further away from home
Levee banks block the view of what's behind
The engines roar and gives us no peace of mind

But in the morning I will see the sun
Coming up on that horizon
Through the night we will make our hay
Trying to show my chips where to lay

Spend half the year on an island made of metal
Trading time for insurance and escrows
But I guess that's just the way it goes
Each day is set up like falling dominoes

But in the morning I will see the sun
And the birds on that horizon
Once again we made it through the storm
Funny how this became the norm



Credits
Writer(s): Garrett Hawkins
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