Fishing Off the Dock

You asked me, polite as a stranger, what my name was,
Like I was somebody you had never known.
I said, "Daddy's miss you, boy," you said,
"Sure," and let the silence grow.
I pressed the phone against my ear and tried to keep my voice from going low.
I'm the kid on the dock with the tangled ride,
You stood right behind me with a patient night.
Wait for tide to sun, let the water talk, that's me,