Railing To The Tide

[Verse 1]
That phone rang late, the salt still on the breeze,
Said, "Son, this old porch rail is swayin' in the trees."
Felt like home callin', a whisper from the deep,
A simple piece of lumber, promises to keep.

[Chorus]
He talked about the tides, the steady, rhythmic pull,
Said, "Son, some things just hold, make your spirit whole."
And the lessons he laid, like a strong net in the blue,
Keep my compass pointed, keep my vision true.

[Verse 2]
He said, "The wood gets weary, from the Bahian sun,
But a steady hand can fix it, 'til the day's work is done."
I imagined the old plank, splintered, gray with age,
Just another story written on life's turning page.

[Bridge]
Now the sand keeps shifting, beneath my bare feet here,
But his voice is a current, chasing out every fear.
It's a rhythm in my bones, a wave that won't retreat,
And I'll build my own strong railing, on this coastal street.

[Outro]
Yeah, his wisdom's my horizon, stretching out, deep and wide,
Still hear him talkin' railings, steady like the tide.