Track Insight / Lyrics
I am the lens of a plastic box
Watching the rust on the garden locks
I see the sparks from a welding rod
Cutting the air like a golden god
Blue denim jacket and heavy boots
Digging in dirt near the cedar roots
He leans his back on a telephone pole
While the summer heat takes a heavy toll
Blue denim shield in the pine tree shade
Where the bright yellow sparks begin to fade
Hold the focus, keep the image clear
The ghost of a season is standing here
Silver light flashes on blackened steel
Grinding the edge of a rusted wheel
The pine needles carpet the forest floor
He doesn't look back at the open door
Blue denim shield in the pine tree shade
Where the bright yellow sparks begin to fade
Hold the focus, keep the image clear
The ghost of a season is standing here
Bus ticket crumpled in my left hand
Searching for lines in a foreign land
The shutter clicks fast like a beating heart
Tearing the stillness of noon apart
He wipes the grease from a calloused palm
The forest edge is a sudden calm
Black wires hum in a steady drone
Leaving the welder to stand alone
I capture the glare of the midday sun
Before the long summer journey is done
One final shot of the indigo blue
A frozen moment that feels kind of true
Blue denim shield in the pine tree shade
Where the bright yellow sparks begin to fade
Hold the focus, keep the image clear
The ghost of a season is standing here
Snap the shutter, hold the frame.
Indigo blue, it's all the same. Just a snapshot.
Just a snapshot.
