Harbor Before the Storm

I packed my coat by the king. Salt on the ropes, salt on me. Go away sleeping in the dawn. One last look then I'm gone. The gulls were circling low. The water had a warning tone. You were standing by the rail saying, boy, don't let it fail. That's where I need bright like a drum in the night. And the tide kept pulling wide like it knew I had to try. So I threw my fear moon went my Away from