Peach pits litter ditch grass gold
Salt crust marks the driver door
Tide lines etched in metal skin
Rope burns fade on steering wheel
August stops on hollow roads
Cicadas count the dying light
Two hearts beat in rusted cabs
Waiting for the night to break
Kerosene smells cling to wool
Storm glass clouded green and gray
Lamp wicks trimmed to steady blue
Salt spray dries on weathered hands
August stops on hollow roads
Cicadas count the dying light
Two hearts beat in rusted cabs
Waiting for the night to break
Pine sap sticks to calloused thumbs
Horizon shimmers liquid white
Gull cries cut through stagnant air
Compass needle finds true north
August stops on hollow roads
Cicadas count the dying light
Two hearts beat in rusted cabs
Waiting for the night to break
Headlights pierce the gathering dark
Tires grip the cooling clay
Engine turns on second try
Wheels eat up the miles home
Lighthouse beam sweeps black water
Fresnel lens cuts through the mist
Keeper logs the passing ship
Salt wind carries both names home
August stops on hollow roads
Cicadas count the dying light
Two hearts beat in rusted cabs
Waiting for the night to break
August breaks on hollow roads
Cicadas bless the coming dawn
Two trucks roll through waking pines
Carrying the sea back home
Salt wind carries both names home
Salt wind carries both names home
