[Intro] (Steady acoustic guitar strumming, a chugging bassline mimics the foggy bay) [Verse 1] In Tillamook Bay the day the letter arrived A sixteen foot Corsair Light, double hulled Found nowhere to park in a canal Low bridges, cattle walked along banks A post office general delivery Provided an anchor to society [Verse 2] The bay was broad and shallow As if it belonged somewhere south of Norfolk Like Port Royal Sound rather than Ponce de León inlet A 16 footer following crab pots through the fog Arriving in darkness from Crescent City To shelter from a boat elevator With waves at the jetty to the ocean [Pre-Chorus] (Drums start to build, electric guitars layer in with tension) Outside the jetty Next north ports await Around Clatsop Spit So a restless sleep Anchored at the turn of the bay Waiting for dawn... waiting for dawn! [Chorus] (Full band explodes, heavy driving rock beat, raw vocals) An outgoing tide awakened me Drawing the vessel down the channel to the sea! Pulling the Danforth up Sparkless motor in the dark would not start So time primed with raising sail Hoping the entrance to the Pacific Didn’t demand Corsair surfing again! [Guitar Solo] (Upbeat, roaring classic rock electric guitar solo over a driving rhythm) [Verse 3] (Music settles into a steady, bittersweet classic rock groove) All day sailing north maybe five or ten miles Was shorn when I decided to come about The tedious strive against the current Yielded to the bay again I thought of the letter; my father had died Reminding me of memories Like when he led me into the Atlantic To enjoy the Florida surf, long ago [Outro] (Guitar and saxophone jam, vocals fading out with emotion) Long ago... into the Atlantic surf... long ago. [Fade out] [End]
