Track Insight / Lyrics
You climb the pole in freezing rain
Your belt bites deep, dull ache and strain
The diner glows like a buoy ashore
You watch the booth, wait for something more
Crossed lines hum in the three AM hush
Your fingers know every broken rush
Splice the copper, bind the broken thread
Keep the signal alive, not dead
Coffee sits cold in a chipped white cup
Steam rises slow, you don't look up
The fry cook sleeps on a flour sack bed
Dreams of grease and bacon, hot and red
A semi roars past, shakes the wire
You don't flinch, don't raise your eyes higher
The neon flickers, buzzing low
Like a foghorn warning ships to go
Crossed lines hum in the three AM hush
Your fingers know every broken rush
Splice the copper, bind the broken thread
Keep the signal alive, not dead
Storm season comes, the poles all sway
But you stay put, you don't run away
The current flows where you guide its path
A steady hand avoids the wrath
Dawn breaks the sky, pale and thin
The booth empties out, let day begin
You pack your tools, climb down the pole
Another night saves a distant soul
Crossed lines hum in the three AM hush
Your fingers know every broken rush
Splice the copper, bind the broken thread
Keep the signal alive, not dead
The lamp holds steady, the line holds true
Crossed lines sing for me and you
