[Verse] The tide pulls slow beneath the piers, A whisper caught in frozen gears. I stand where the streetlights die, Watching shadows fold and lie. [Pre-Chorus] And the horn comes calling, soft and low, Like a name I’ve never known— But I know it by heart, Even though I don’t belong. [Chorus] Oh, the ferry sings through the sleepless dark, Calling back the things I left in the spark. I’m not lost, I’m not found— Just a shadow with a name in the sound. And every echo, every tone, Is a prayer I never meant to own, Just a ferry horn on the edge of the night, Pleading for a life I’m not allowed to live right. [Verse] The harbor’s breath in fractured air, Every star a ghost I used to care. I trace the route where I once stood, With a suitcase full of what I didn’t choose. [Pre-Chorus] And the horn comes calling, sharp and wide, Splitting silence with a hymn inside. I almost answered, almost cried— But I’m still here, still half-justified. [Chorus] Oh, the ferry sings through the sleepless dark, Calling back the things I left in the spark. I’m not lost, I’m not found— Just a shadow with a name in the sound. And every echo, every tone, Is a prayer I never meant to own, Just a ferry horn on the edge of the night, Pleading for a life I’m not allowed to live right. [Bridge] I used to think the distance meant release, But the silence grows too dense to breathe. If I could sail, would I ever turn? Or just stay here, like the harbor’s burn? [Chorus] Oh, the ferry sings through the sleepless dark, Calling back the things I left in the spark. I’m not lost, I’m not found— Just a shadow with a name in the sound. And every echo, every tone, Is a prayer I never meant to own, Just a ferry horn on the edge of the night, Pleading for a life I’m not allowed to live right. [Outro] The horn… It doesn’t stop. It doesn’t stop. It doesn’t stop. Just me. And the dark. And the sound.