Track Insight / Lyrics
Staring at the 82 map, tracing your routes
Through streets alive, pulsing like a heartbeat
Flashing lights, weary faces, the city's bow ties
Racing against the dawning, the night's about to fall
But your spirit swift and fierce, refuses to let you stall
Packs of strangers passing by, hurrying to the west
While you stand there, frozen, forever uninvited to rest
Oh, the treasures you've uncovered, in this labyrinthine town
Secrets whispered in the shadows, tales spun in every frown
But time's a thief, dear wanderer, stealing moments from your grasp
Hold on tight to your stories, 'fore the dawn creeps in at last
Bound for the bayou, where cypress claws reach for the dark
A lone porch creaks beneath you, echoing in the lonesomespark
Of a lone harmonica, weaving in the humid, heavy air
As the moon dips below the cypress, and the cardinal's prayer
You're a dreamer, a heartbeater, a keeper of the night
The city's forgotten son, lost in the Louisiana light
The stars above, the snakes below, the mystery in between
The world may change its rhythms, but your soul remains unseen
Oh, the treasures you've uncovered, in this labyrinthine town
Secrets whispered in the shadows, tales spun in every frown
But time's a thief, dear wanderer, stealing moments from your grasp
Hold on tight to your stories, 'fore the dawn creeps in at last
Your footsteps pound the dusty trail, a solitary, fleshy beat
The cypress knees, a symphony, rising from the swampy street
The air is heavy, thick with life, the bayou's phosphorescent hum
A storm's a-brewin', and the turtles hunker down, as the sky turns drum
You're a dreamer, a heartbeater, a keeper of the night
The city's forgotten son, lost in the Louisiana light
The stars above, the snakes below, the mystery in between
The world may change its rhythms, but your soul remains unseen
Oh, the treasures you've uncovered, in this labyrinthine town
Secrets whispered in the shadows, tales spun in every frown
But time's a thief, dear wanderer, stealing moments from your grasp
Hold on tight to your stories, 'fore the dawn creeps in at last
In the swamp's dark center, where the alligators lay still
You find a moment's peace, as the thunder starts to chill
The rain begins its gentle patter, a soothing, steady beat
And in that batwinged tempest, you meet the world you'd keep
The rain clears, the lightning fades, the cypress trees re-emerge
The last notes of the harmonica, fade into the morn's verge
You rise wipe your face and
gaze out at the shining bay
A new sky, a new day, and you, dear wanderer, have made your way
Oh, the treasures you've uncovered, in this labyrinthine town
Secrets whispered in the shadows, tales spun in every frown
But time's a thief, dear wanderer, stealing moments from your grasp
Hold on tight to your stories, 'fore the dawn creeps in at last
In endless Louisiana skies, etched with cypress and light
You wander on, a songbird, taking flight
