Field of Brine

[Verse 1]
The sun bled out, a bruised fruit on the red earth's rim,
My old man's father's combine hummed, a low and steady hymn.
His silhouette, a giant carved against the fading light,
Pullin' bounty from the soil, as day turned into night.

[Chorus]
Oh, the taste of salt on the wind, a quiet, knowing sign,
Watchin' Grandpa's shadow, long across the field of brine.

[Verse 2]
Dust like sea spray risin', hangin' thick and gold,
Another season's story, brave and to be told.
Like the tide pulls back, revealin' shells upon the sand,
That big machine was siftin' wisdom from the land.

[Chorus]
Oh, the taste of salt on the wind, a quiet, knowing sign,
Watchin' Grandpa's shadow, long across the field of brine.

[Bridge]
Some folks chase the current, to a distant, foreign shore,
But some find their horizon, right outside the back screen door.
And the steady drum of engines, a rhythm in my soul,
Means the good earth's gonna keep us, gonna make us whole.

[Chorus]
Oh, the taste of salt on the wind, a quiet, knowing sign,
Watchin' Grandpa's shadow, long across the field of brine.

[Outro]
That hum keeps ringin', long after the sun fades slow,
A promise planted deep, where the wild currents flow.