Saltwater
(By Eric Erdman and Wendell Erdman)

My father's gone. Its been 4 long years
Still hard to talk about him in the past tense
Yesterday I opened his old workshop door
For the first time since

Held his hammer. That worn wooden handle in my hand
And I was face to face with him once more
Think I heard him say "Son, always remember me
But it's time that you let go".

And for the first time since my eyes began to pour
Saltwater 
Saltwater I believe
The tears that are flowing are washing away the pain
I had built up inside of me
I needed to be free but what I was needing was
Saltwater

His old workshop floor where he had laid the plans
To sail away from here but it was too late
I roll them open. Then I understand
That these are the blueprints to escape

Held his hammer. That worn wooden handle in my hand
And he was right there showing me how
I know now I can find him out at sea. So I pick up where he left off
Swinging his hammer and wiping my brow

Saltwater
Saltwater 
I believe
The sweat that is flowing is washing away the pain
I built up inside of me
I needed to be free. All I was needing was
Saltwater

And the sun will rise
On the starboard side
Through sweat and tears he showed me how live by

Saltwater
Saltwater 
I believe
The waves crashing out on the bow have finally
Given me peace. I needed to be free 
but all I was needing was

Saltwater 
Saltwater
Now I see
Whether it was sweat , tears, or the deep blue sea
When I was in need all I needed was 
Saltwater