Rust Revival Blues - South Bay Blues

The night drifts on, with the smoke in my glass, I count the hours, the years that have passed. Can’t chase the shadows, they slip through my hand, Time wrote its story, not what I planned.

There’s laughter in the harbor, but it fades when night is near, Echoes in the canyons, you can almost taste the fear. Steps along the hillside, vanish without trace, Eyes behind the curtain, a half-forgotten face.

Coves that hide the cargo, fog that hides the men, Bootleg days are numbered, but they’ll come around again. The law can’t catch the ocean, can’t stop that midnight tune, We were kings of the coastline, under the rumrunner’s moon.

Rosies in El Segundo, ghosts of steel and fire, Hands that built the bombers, dreams that never tire. You won the war with rivets, but lost your place in line, History’s silent heroes — the memory is mine.

If I could step back through the smoke, And find that younger face, Would love have been a sharper song, Or just a fleeting grace?

Oh, memories of Manhattan, where the shoreline meets the sky, We were young and we were reckless, never asking why. The ocean kept our secrets, and the stars just watched us through, Memories of Manhattan, I still carry you.

Oh, memories of Manhattan, where the shoreline meets the sky, We were young and we were reckless, never asking why. The ocean kept our secrets, and the stars just watched us through, Memories of Manhattan, I still carry you.

By the wells of El Segundo, where the oil rigs kissed the sky, They traded drills for rivet guns when the war drums cried. While the boys went marching, and the ships rolled out to sea, The women built the bombers, fighting history.

Women in red, with a dangerous smile, Voices like velvet that lingered awhile. Every note was a refuge, every drink was a prayer, And I found pieces of myself that were lost somewhere.

Moonlight on the water, Catalina’s dressed in black, Whispers in the canyon, but the truth don’t whisper back. Some say it’s just the ocean, some say it’s the past, Every secret on this island’s built to last.

Raise a glass where the night rolls on, Hear that bass keep the world in song. Didn’t know the names, didn’t chase the fame, But the Lighthouse burned in my veins just the same.