Lyrics
[Intro] [Fishing Reel Click & silence Surf Lapping Below]
Click, spin... nylon line cast into the green
The calmest sunset that my eyes have seen
[Verse 1] [Felt Piano & Muted Cello]
End of the pier where the timber boards grow quiet
Far away from the carnival ride riot
Old anglers sitting on plastic bucket seats
Where the patient sea and human patience meets
Three fiberglass rods leaning on the rail
Waiting for the tide to turn and to prevail
Red and white plastic bobbers dancing in the swell
With a quiet story for the heart to tell
[Pre-Chorus] [Rhodes Chords & Brush Snare]
Smell of squid bait and the salty breeze
Putting our contemplative minds at ease
[Chorus] [Peaceful Patient Seaside Drop]
Bamboo fishing rods resting on the weathered timber rail
Watching the distant silver sailboats sail
At the far end of the Santa Monica Pier
Where the evening outlines grow long and clear
Wait slow, breathe deep, let the silence roll
Soothing every corner of my soul
[Verse 2] [Rhodes Licks & Cello Drone]
I watch a silver mackerel caught upon the hook
A quiet chapter in the silence book
The angler smiles and casts his line again
Free from every stress and mental pain
[Bridge] [Soaring Vocal Harmony & Cello Solo]
Let the quiet silence teach us how to wait
Content right here beside the watery gate
Rods, silence, patience and loving grace
Inside this sacred, open seaside space
[Chorus] [Full Grand Patient Climax]
Bamboo fishing rods resting on the weathered timber rail
Watching the distant silver sailboats sail
At the far end of the Santa Monica Pier
Where the evening ripples grow long and clear
Wait slow, breathe deep, let the silence roll
Soothing every corner of my soul
[Outro] [Fishing Reel Spin & Gentle Waves Fading]
Fishing rods on the rail...
Pier end peace.
[Fade Out]
[End]