Track Insight / Lyrics
Grease stains map the corners well
Coffee rings where stories dwell
Twenty years of lunch pail crowds
Weeds grow tall through concrete shrouds
I count the steps past rusted chain
Backyard overgrown with rain
Workshop door swings wide then shut
Postcard memory, half-forgot
Wrench sets hang on pegboard walls
Shift whistle echoes through the halls
Short-order jokes and burnt toast smell
Time moves slow in this corner hell
I count the steps past rusted chain
Backyard overgrown with rain
Workshop door swings wide then shut
Postcard memory, half-forgot
Faded blue to sepia tone
Edges curled from years alone
Knew the cook who flipped the eggs
Knew the welders, knew their legs
I count the steps past rusted chain
Backyard overgrown with rain
Workshop door swings wide then shut
Postcard memory, half-forgot
Mailman never comes this way
Stamps cost more than yesterday
Address smudged to nothing clear
Just a backyard, year to year
Spring reverb on the radio
Bassline gallops, steady, low
Footsteps fade to gravel dust
Postcard waits, it always does
New boots crunch where old ones tread
Same old jokes, same coffee spread
Ink still bleeds on cardboard skin
Corner lot lets no one in
I count the steps past rusted chain
Backyard overgrown with rain
Workshop door swings wide then shut
Postcard memory, half-forgot
Still counting steps on corner lot
Grease and coffee, like it or not
Boots crunch gravel on the lot
Shift change hour, coffee hot
