Waves hush the rocks where the old world ends.
A wooden bar leans into the wind.
Inside waits a man with the ocean's grace —
He'll tell you your truth if you share your place.
His hands taste of salt and his laugh like rum,
He says, "Boy, calm seas hide the storm to come.
I traded my anchor for a bottle of lies,
Watched fair-weather friends sail to the western sky.
I buried my riches, my lovers, my pride,
But I never lost hunger for that far-off tide.
So take your rest at the last stop before America.
(before America...)
Let the wind steal your past, let the night carry ya.
(carry ya...)
Leave your mistakes with the salt and breeze.
Let your heart drift out on these forgiving seas.
This old salt grins at the weight you bring —
Past this bar, you owe nothing to a king.
He taps his glass, looks back at the door.
Says, "Every man's sins wash up on this shore.
I've drowned my secrets, I've drunk my lies,
But the sea don't judge what a man denies.
Past these cliffs, the ocean forgives —
No debts, no ghosts, just the tide that lives."
So take your rest at the last stop before America.
(before America...)
Let the wind steal your past, let the night carry ya.
(carry ya...)
Leave your mistakes with the salt and breeze.
Let your heart drift out on these forgiving seas.
This old salt grins at the weight you bring —
Past this bar, you owe nothing to a king.
I've lost to the storms, I've lied to the deep,
But peace, my friend, is the one thing I keep.
I've traded my compass for nights under stars,
Learned every wound leaves a beautiful scar.
He lifts his glass with a weathered grin —
"No more regrets, let the sea take you in."
So take your rest at the last stop before America.
(before America...)
Let the wind steal your past, let the night carry ya.
(carry ya...)
Leave your mistakes with the salt and breeze.
Let your heart drift out on these forgiving seas.
This old salt grins at the weight you bring —
Past this bar, you owe nothing to a king.
Waves hush the rocks where the old world ends.
He pours you a shot, calls you friend of friends.
Past this bar, there's salt and dark —
And a little bit of peace for a restless heart.