Track Insight / Lyrics
Leather sighs beneath my hand,
Bayou breath across the land.
Sun bleeds out, a crimson stain,
Another day, the same refrain.
Dust motes dance in fading light,
Each slow buff, feels just right.
Old wood holds a memory deep,
Secrets that the bayou keeps.
Porch swing creaks a lonely tune,
Underneath the Louisiana moon.
Patient hands and weathered grace,
Lost in time and this quiet place.
Cypress knees in murky green,
Reflecting skies, a haunted scene.
Every creak, a whispered plea,
For stories told just to me.
Porch swing creaks a lonely tune,
Underneath the Louisiana moon.
Patient hands and weathered grace,
Lost in time and this quiet place.
Boots and buckles, worn and true,
Seen a lifetime passing through.
I mend the soles, I smooth the crease,
Finding comfort, finding peace.
The water calls, a siren's song,
Where shadows play and things go wrong.
But here I stay, a silent guard,
Watching over this watery yard.
Each polished gleam, a whispered prayer,
Holding on to what lingers there.
Headlights crawl on distant roads,
Carrying burdens, carrying loads.
They rush on by, they don't understand,
The rhythm of this sleepy land.
Porch swing creaks a lonely tune,
Underneath the Louisiana moon.
Patient hands and weathered grace,
Lost in time and this quiet place.
Smell of leather, strong and bold,
A story in each fold.
The darkness falls, the crickets chime,
Just one more buff, one more time.
Porch swing creaks a lonely tune,
Underneath the Louisiana moon.
Patient hands and weathered grace,
Lost in time and this quiet place.
Leather sighs, the day is done,
Bayou whispers, 'til the sun.
A quiet vigil, soft and slow,
Watching the bayou gently flow.
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