Lineman climbs the weathered pole at dawn
Insulator glass catches golden yawn
Soldering iron hisses in his calloused hand
Copper sings across the quiet land
Pry bar rests on the splintered stand
Depot lines hum low and deep
Peeling paint puts the town to sleep
He waits for the train that never comes
Fixing wires with his calloused thumbs
Signal carries where the steel rusts through
Diesel fumes curl round cracked concrete bench
Wrench hangs loose from his leather trench
Static crackles from the desert floor
Coil wind tight round the ceramic core
Dial tone hums behind the locked door
Camera clicks from a kid on the run
Snapshots caught of the dying sun
Bus ticket burning in her coat pocket tight
She watches him work through the fading light
Shutter snaps catch the last red height
Depot lines hum low and deep
Peeling paint puts the town to sleep
He waits for the train that never comes
Fixing wires with his calloused thumbs
Signal carries where the steel rusts through
Spring reverb drips like honey from the amp
Tremolo bar bends like a weathered ramp
Hope bursts sudden in a fuzzed-out chord
Stubborn as the wire, stubborn as the lord
Feedback screams like a hawk toward
Night falls hard on the silent track
Lineman packs his sack, no turning back
One last splice on the main line pair
Dial tone rings clean in the cooling air
Pocket flash beams on the repair
Depot lines hum low and deep
Peeling paint puts the town to sleep
He waits for the train that never comes
Fixing wires with his calloused thumbs
Connection holds where the steel rusts through
Signal carries, clear and true
Line holds tight through the desert night
Copper sings in the morning light
