[Verse 1]
He keeps a notebook by the bed
Half-lit, half worn thin
Names and scraps and half-spent words
All folded up within
[Pre-Chorus]
He tries them on the silence
Then lets them drift away
Like he’s waiting on a miracle
To finally find the way
[Chorus]
And when the years come rolling in, Like storms across the bay,
He’ll still be searching for that perfect line,
That takes his breath away.
(That perfect line)
(That takes his breath away)
[Verse 2]
He walks the dock in worn-out shoes
With salt on his coat
Every wave that hits the pilings
Teaches him what to hope
[Pre-Chorus]
He hears it in the gull cry
In the glass of the tide
Something sharp and true enough
To keep the dark outside
[Chorus]
And when the years come rolling in, Like storms across the bay,
He’ll still be searching for that perfect line,
That takes his breath away.
(That perfect line)
(That takes his breath away)
[Bridge]
Maybe it’s not the grandest word
Or something loud and bright
Maybe it’s a little thing
That lands just right
[Final Chorus]
And when the years come rolling in, Like storms across the bay,
He’ll still be searching for that perfect line,
That takes his breath away.
And when the years come rolling in, Like storms across the bay,
He’ll still be searching for that perfect line,
That takes his breath away.
(That perfect line)
(That takes his breath away)
