Track Insight / Lyrics
Rusty porch creaks beneath my frame
Chairs stacked to the left, a tale of days gone lame
The bayou hums its lullaby off in the reeds
A lonely whistle pierces through the heat
I pause to catch my breath, wiping sweat from my brow
The wooden boards beneath me worn through and brown
Summer's grip holds tight, refusing to relinquish
Just a repairman on the run, but here I stand
Above the cypress roots and Spanish moss in hand
Bayou whispers secrets in the wind as dusk takes flight
Forgotten stories marked by time
A flickering porch light casts long shadows on the ground
Laughter echoes from the past, but ain't no one around
The caller id displays a number, lost and distant as a memory
A name etched in worn letters, fading like the day's last ember
I pause to catch my breath, wiping sweat from my brow
Time tick by in drips and drags, the old house settling down
Summer's grip holds tight, the line hums with waiting
Just a repairman on the run, but here I stand
Above the cypress roots and Spanish moss in hand
Bayou whispers secrets in the wind as dusk takes flight
Forgotten stories marked by time
I hear the distant rumble of the Gulf Coast rain
A promise of release, a needed break from this heat and pain
Tulips sway in the breeze, petals dropping like tears
Moments of beauty in the midst of years
Just a repairman on the run, but here I've stayed
With the bayou's heartbeat guiding me to face the day
Bayou whispers secrets in the wind as dawn takes hold
Stories woven, hearts made of gold
As I regain my footing, the porch light fades to blue
The lines blur, the past and present merge anew
Just a repairman on the run, but some stories never fade
Bayou reflections stay forever in the shade
