Track Insight / Lyrics
Dust cakes boots on splintered boards
Cypress knees pierce mirrored glass
Shutter snaps the dying light
Pelicans carve silent arcs
[Pre-
Iron rests on calloused palm
Camera hangs from leather strap
Two perspectives, one horizon
Neither asks to turn the map
Bayou holds its breath at dusk
Spanish moss drapes like old lace
Twin suns sink behind the trees
We stay put, we keep our place
No posse rides, no sirens wail
Just cricket song and frog bass line
Two wanderers, one wooden porch
Where copperheads and starlight twine
Film canister clicks in pocket
Brass cartridges warm in belt
She frames the heron, still as stone
He tracks the ripple, trout-felt
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No wanted poster nailed to pine
No deadline chasing morning bus
Just vertebra of cypress roots
And time measured in dragonflies
Bayou holds its breath at dusk
Spanish moss drapes like old lace
Twin suns sink behind the trees
We stay put, we keep our place
No posse rides, no sirens wail
Just cricket song and frog bass line
Two wanderers, one wooden porch
Where copperheads and starlight twine
Violin hums through screen door slats
Cello answers from the floor
She develops negatives in moonlight
He cleans his revolver slow
Bayou holds its breath at dusk
Spanish moss drapes like old lace
Twin suns sink behind the trees
We stay put, we keep our place
No posse rides, no sirens wail
Just cricket song and frog bass line
Two wanderers, one wooden porch
Where copperheads and starlight twine
Gator slides log-silent past
Fireflies stitch the heavy air
She captures motion, he captures stillness
Both know the road waits there
Bayou holds its breath at dusk
Spanish moss drapes like old lace
Twin suns sink behind the trees
We stay put, we keep our place
No posse rides, no sirens wail
Just cricket song and frog bass line
Two wanderers, one wooden porch
Where copperheads and starlight twine
Dawn will crack the spine of night
Engine turns on gravel drive
But tonight the bayou swallows sound
And twin suns keep us alive
Bayou holds its breath at dusk
Spanish moss drapes like old lace
Twin suns sink behind the trees
We stay put, we keep our place
No posse rides, no sirens wail
Just cricket song and frog bass line
Two wanderers, one wooden porch
Where copperheads and starlight twine
Where copperheads and starlight twine
Shutter clicks. Hammer falls.
Porch light swings. Bayou calls.
