Wooden planks beneath my bare feet
Summer air feels heavy and sweet
Old machine hums a low metal song
Where the wild green grasses grow long
Silver keys hit the white paper sheet
Buses roll down the dusty main street
I snap a photo of the gold haze
Counting down all these runaway days
Black ink bleeding on a pale white page
Locking the bayou inside of a cage
Click-clack rhythm in the purple light
Writing the secrets of a humid night
Mossy oaks lean over the stream
Electric blue like a digital dream
Steel ribbons tie the river to the shore
I don't want to go back home anymore
Silver keys hit the white paper sheet
Buses roll down the dusty main street
I snap a photo of the gold haze
Counting down all these runaway days
Black ink bleeding on a pale white page
Locking the bayou inside of a cage
Click-clack rhythm in the purple light
Writing the secrets of a humid night
Camera lens captures a slow moving boat
Where the white water lilies all float
Metal hammers strike a rhythmic beat
While the asphalt shimmers in the heat
Black ink bleeding on a pale white page
Locking the bayou inside of a cage
Click-clack rhythm in the purple light
Writing the secrets of a humid night
Indigo skies turn to a deep velvet gray
Watching the daylight just flicker away
Salty wind blows through the open screen door
I found a feeling I was looking for
Black ink bleeding on a pale white page
Locking the bayou inside of a cage
Click-clack rhythm in the purple light
Writing the secrets of a humid night
Torn map folded in my denim blue vest
This old porch is the only place I can rest
Typewriter singing a metallic tune
Under the glow of a low hanging moon
Black ink bleeding on a pale white page
Locking the bayou inside of a cage
Click-clack rhythm in the purple light
Writing the secrets of a humid night
Click-clack, ink on the page
Bayou ink, locking the cage
(Click-clack, click-clack)
