Track Insight / Lyrics
Concrete cracks beneath my toll booth light,
Neon puddles, reflecting the long night.
Empty highways, whispers in the breeze,
Waiting, watching, counting fallen leaves.
Bridgekeeper's blues, a melody of rust,
Ticking clocks and memories, turning to dust.
Every coin a story, every car a chance,
To escape this lonely vigil, this forgotten dance.
Trains rumble past, leaving trails of smoke,
Whispering secrets, stories untold in folk.
I hear the laughter, the tears, the fading song,
Echoing through the emptiness, where I belong.
Bridgekeeper's blues, a melody of rust,
Ticking clocks and memories, turning to dust.
Every coin a story, every car a chance,
To escape this lonely vigil, this forgotten dance.
Train depot shadows, stretching long and thin,
Paints peeling slow, letting the moonlight in.
A whispered hello, a faded photograph,
A glimpse of yesterday, a fading aftermath.
Silver moonbeams, paint the night with grace,
A silent symphony, in this forgotten place.
Stars above me, watching over all,
The bridgekeeper listens, to the silent call.
Another sunrise, paints the sky with gold,
The same old story, a tale yet untold.
The city sleeps, as cars begin to roam,
The bridgekeeper watches, waiting to call them home.
Bridgekeeper's blues, a melody of rust,
Ticking clocks and memories, turning to dust.
Every coin a story, every car a chance,
To escape this lonely vigil, this forgotten dance.
The bridge stands silent, under the fading light,
The bridgekeeper waits, for the coming night.
