Tarot · Track 24 · middle
Three of Wands
RWS: a figure standing on a cliff with his back turned, three wands planted around him, ships going out across a golden bay. Keywords: expansion, ventures already launched, the long wait for returns, the horizon accepted as an answer.
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Lyrics
[Intro] [Verse 1] I dragged the desk to the window edge I planted three stakes in the planter ledge Just three wooden poles in the potting clay My back is turned to the empty room Where I swept the floor with a borrowed broom And packed up the boxes and sent them away Now the packing tape's cut and the parcels are gone I am standing here with my good coat on Feeling the draft from the open glass Watching the maritime traffic pass [Chorus] And the bay is turning a heavy gold Every little venture that I bought and sold Is a slow white ship on the evening tide And there is nothing left to do inside I gave it my heat, I gave it my breath Now I watch the horizon and wait for the rest [Verse 2] 48 dollars in customs fees Carried away on a western breeze My brain keeps tracking the wake of the boats in the foam Looking for a pattern in the way they drift Hoping the weight of the water will lift But the cliff of this balcony feels like the only home My hands are clean but they are humming still I lean my weight on the windowsill [Chorus] And the bay is turning a heavy gold Every little venture that I bought and sold Is a slow white ship on the evening tide And there is nothing left to do inside I gave it my heat, I gave it my breath Now I watch the horizon and wait for the rest [Bridge] The first wand holds the ambition I had The second one holds the delay The third is just wood that I grip with my hand While the harbor lights switch on across the bay It takes so long for the water to move I have got nothing to fix, and nothing to prove But I cannot look away from the golden glow [Outro] Just the heavy water Just the ships getting small My back to the room Facing the edge of it all I am waiting on the tide Waiting on the tide