High Tide, Low Life

You paint yourself blue, always blue

this letter brings me down

perched upon a rusty trailer

paint peels over my shoulder

I've been drinking

since the boats were rested

on the muddy estuary bed

It's high tide, low life

high tide, low life

I won't stop my reaching out

if there's any way to help, I'll find it

you're so slow to take my hand

scratching at your skin for answers

I don't have any good advice

I do what I can to just keep living right

I'll listen if you'll let me

you know; my love is not the enemy

It can't be this way forever

it won't always be like this

It's high tide, low life

high tide, low life

You say you only paint

when you get blue

and I suppose

that's just the way

the sea feels

You paint yourself blue

always blue

I guess

that's just the way

the sea feels...