📚 Born where the waves begin... | Last Tide Coming In #blues #music #ailig

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Podcast - LAST TIDE COMING IN
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Lyrics:
LAST TIDE COMING IN
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Cold dawn rising on a broken pier,
seagulls crying like they know we’re done here.

My granddad sailed these waters first,
hands like rope and a sailor’s curse.
My father learned beneath his eyes,
salt and storms and endless skies.
He took the wheel when time was due,
and one day passed that wheel to you.

We never asked what else could be,
the ocean chose our family.

We were born where the waves begin,
raised by storms and ocean wind.
The sea was work, the sea was home,
the only life we’ve ever known.
But today the harbor feels like sin…
and the last tide’s coming in.

Smell of diesel, nets and rain,
rusted docks and weathered names.
Every house along this bay
lived and breathed the same old way.
A town carved deep in salted air,
with stories drifting everywhere.

We were born where the waves begin,
raised by storms and ocean wind.
The sea was work, the sea was home,
the only life we’ve ever known.
But papers speak and profits win…
and the last tide’s coming in.

My boy stands quiet by my side,
same young fire in his eyes.
He learned the ropes before he drove,
knew these decks before he spoke.
I should be handing him the wheel,
but handing over nothing feels unreal.

Too many rules, too little pay,
big ships took our catch away.
We fought the tide with empty hands,
but money beats the honest man.
The sea still calls, but we can’t stay…
we’ve reached the end of yesterday.

We were born where the waves begin,
raised by storms and ocean wind.
The sea was blood, the sea was skin,
the only truth we lived within.
Now silence waits beyond the din…
as the last tide’s coming in.

Engines fade into the gray,
and a hundred years just drift away.