Track Insight / Lyrics
Gravel crunch, a car's slow hum,
Dust motes dance, beneath the drum
Of twilight's hush, a gentle sway,
He listens close, each passing day.
Bookstore cat, in faded light,
Hears the world, outside the night,
Each engine purr, a whispered sound,
In endless pages, life is found.
Street lamps glow, a hazy gleam,
He watches stars, a silent dream,
Of far-off roads, and wandering souls,
Their stories etched, in time's old scrolls.
Bookstore cat, in faded light,
Hears the world, outside the night,
Each engine purr, a whispered sound,
In endless pages, life is found.
A sigh escapes, a soft meow's plea,
To chase the moon, and wild and free,
But books remain, his loyal guide,
Through rustling turns, where dreams reside.
The gravel fades, the engine stills,
A hushed respect, that love fulfills,
Two worlds entwined, in twilight's haze,
A gentle song, in quiet ways.
He curls beneath, a shelf's embrace,
A purring warmth, in time and space,
And as the moon, begins to rise,
He dreams of roads, beneath starlit skies.
Bookstore cat, in fading light,
Hears the world, outside the night,
Each engine purr, a whispered sound,
In endless pages, life is found.
