Track Insight / Lyrics
Blue denim jacket on his frame
He doesn't even know her name
He leans against a rusted gate
And tells his heavy heart to wait
Across the lot the red light glows
Where the midnight river flows
He keeps the watch, he holds the line
Counting seconds, marking time
The asphalt holds a shallow pool
The midnight air is sharp and cool
He smokes a cigarette alone
And stares into a silent phone
Across the lot the red light glows
Where the midnight river flows
He keeps the watch, he holds the line
Counting seconds, marking time
The motel door is painted white
It cuts a hole inside the night
He sees the curtain move a bit
While all the parking lanterns lit
His hands are rough from welding steel
The kind of ache you only feel
When you are bound by what you know
And have no other place to go
He remembers how the sparks would fly
Beneath a heavy summer sky
Now he only seeks a sign
That she is doing just fine
Across the lot the red light glows
Where the midnight river flows
He keeps the watch, he holds the line
Counting seconds, marking time
The coffee in the cup is cold
The same old story being told
He checks the clock and shifts his weight
And leaves his longing up to fate
Across the lot the red light glows
Where the midnight river flows
He keeps the watch, he holds the line
Counting seconds, marking time
Just marking time
In his blue denim
Counting seconds now
