Salt

The salt on the sidewalk, it glistens and moans Under January Christmas lights that stand to condone Every strong start that tapers off as the vision implodes And the world is the world again And plastered on the wall of the greenway by the river Is an orange astronaut who looks fresh out of prison He's not looking for another shore but a more grounded vision Where the world is the world again The Roosevelt Lighthouse is under construction They are fixing the roof of the lantern room or something But they gotta know it's just for show until the lantern is running And the world is the world again And its foundation was laid during the Reconstruction By a man so afraid that the British were coming That he built a fort to save the shore that the city took from him And the world is the world again There's salt in the air but too little to sense it Over middle-aged men casting lines over fences Standing huddled up and out of luck, but dryly expectant 'Til the world is the world again 'Cause technically the river is a true estuary And it carries salt water to the Statue of Liberty Keeps her looking for another shore or a new torch to carry 'Til the world is the world again 'Til the world is the world again