Sour Shores

Even at the end of a day run ragged
 Boxed in, locked out and haggard
 There was the cluster of milky lights
 Over the black hills; they ring this town
 And you knew they'd be comin' down
 Yeah, you knew they'd be comin' down
 To swing low over the maritime
 So thick, and without age
 There's a place where even the old and used can hide
 Until the light spills out of the open door
 And you feel young again at the offer of a ride
 Oh yeah, here's your ride
 Oh yeah, here's your ride
 Oh yeah, here's your ride
 Surf's up, surf's up on sour shores
 Oh, on our sour shores
 You may black out your windows now
 But I have not forgotten yours
 Rain down, rain down on rotten doors
 On down our rotten doors
 And in the night you step outside
 And wonder what this life is for
 So put your ear to the door
 Do you remember how the clues were scattered
 A curled note in a buried box
 Bone binding cracked from the years in the ground
 But not shattered
 Oh, your grandfather knew what mattered
 Yeah, he knew, and he left it to you
 So clear your head
 Forget your bed tonight
 Go where the sand glows black not red tonight
 It's not a happy ending
 It's just an escape from the light
 And it's better than you ever read
 Even if it's only in your sleepy head
 Surf's up, surf's up on sour shores
 Oh, on our sour shores
 You may black out your windows now
 But I have not forgotten yours
 Rain down, rain down on rotten doors
 On down our rotten doors
 Our wings may not be fit to fly
 But you will be weightless at your core
 Oh yeah, here's your ride
 Oh yeah, here's your ride
 Oh yeah, here's your ride
 Oh yeah, here's your ride