Lyrics

They tied the old ships together.
Then somehow...
we tied our lives together too.

Morning slips across the steel,
Amber windows, turning wheels.
You hear my steps along the deck,
Lift your head before I call.

Your place is by my weathered chair,
Your quiet weight is always there.
I pour the tea, you watch the tide,
Then move a little closer to my side.

Out where the ocean has no street,
You taught me what a home can be.

You make the widest water feel like home,
When all we have is rust and rope.
No matter what shape a friend may wear,
You always find the chair beside my chair.
Old ships, blue water, lanterns low,
You make the widest water feel like home.

Across the decks, the gray hair shines,
Warm cups pass beneath the lines.
An accordion breathes into the air,
Soft paws gather everywhere.

We mend the roofs, we mend the rails,
Brush warm fur beneath the sails.
Every doorway leaves a little room,
Every lamp says, "You belong here too."

We don't need everything made new.
We make the old things warm for two.

You make the widest water feel like home,
When all we have is rust and rope.
No matter what shape a friend may wear,
You always find the chair beside my chair.
Old ships, blue water, lanterns low,
You make the widest water feel like home.

A home is not the steel below.
It is who waits when you come home.
A town is not the lamps that glow.
It is every heart that makes you known.

Some friends speak.
Some friends sing.
Some just stay,
and that means everything.

We made a home out here,
Where old ships meet the sea.
Every quiet heart,
Every gentle creature has a place to be.

Let the tide move.
Let the lanterns glow.
Let the whole wide harbor know,

A friend can make the widest ocean
feel like home.

They tied the old ships together.
We did the rest.