Tide Marks on the Pier

Show me I was here.
Tide marks on the pier.
Wash away the years.
Let it wash.
There was a time I chased the morning,
Thinking speed could make me free.
I traded one bright door for another and never asked what followed me.
Now the gulls turn over empty pilots,
And the ferries groan beyond the bay.
I know a man can lose a lifetime trying to outrun yesterday.
Tide marks on the pier.
Show me I was here.
Tide marks on the pier.