Track Insight / Lyrics
Bus wheels hum on the gravel road
Dust kicks up from a heavy load
Calico waits on the creosote post
Three colors mapped on a gray ghost
Calico perched on the telephone line
Pine woods stretching in dusty sunshine
One eye amber, one eye blue
She sees the same things I do
My paws know every splinter's groove
Tail flick marks the way I move
The poles vibrate with distant speech
I memorize what wires teach
Calico perched on the telephone line
Pine woods stretching in dusty sunshine
One eye amber, one eye blue
She sees the same things I do
Film roll clicks in my canvas bag
Sixteen frames left, don't need a tag
Pine needles stick to my worn boot heel
She blinks slow like a shutter seal
No collar, no name, no address found
Just territory marked on the ground
The bus won't come for another hour
We share the silence, watching power
Night falls hard on the transformer hum
My whiskers trace where the voles will come
You click your box, I track the mouse
Different lenses, same pine house
Calico perched on the telephone line
Pine woods stretching in dusty sunshine
One eye amber, one eye blue
She sees the same things I do
My thumb advances the lever slow
My tail taps time on the crossarm low
One frame left for the cat I know
One last hunt before I go
Calico perched on the telephone line
Pine woods stretching in dusty sunshine
One eye amber, one eye blue
She sees the same things I do
Click. Wind. Pine scent. Stay.
Shutter closes on the day.
