Track Insight / Lyrics
Old machine sits in the yard,
Metal weathered, green with rust.
Sunlight paints the dusty shard,
A forgotten tune, a whispered trust.
Clickety-clack, a rhythm old,
Each keystroke spins a story untold.
Letters danced in shades of gray,
A typewriter's song, through yesterday.
Dandelions bloom between the planks,
Sunbeams slant through broken frames.
A robin's song, a gentle prank,
As rusted gears still spin its names.
Clickety-clack, a rhythm old,
Each keystroke spins a story untold.
Letters danced in shades of gray,
A typewriter's song, through yesterday.
Wires frayed, a ribbon worn,
Ink stains ghost upon the page.
Memories rise, reborn,
In every line, a bygone age.
Clickety-clack, a rhythm old,
Each keystroke spins a story untold.
Letters danced in shades of gray,
A typewriter's song, through yesterday.
The wind sighs low, a mournful tune,
As shadows lengthen on the ground.
The old machine sleeps in the afternoon,
With secrets buried, safe and sound.
Clickety-clack, a rhythm old,
Each keystroke spins a story untold.
Letters danced in shades of gray,
A typewriter's song, through yesterday.
Fade out with Hammond organ chords
