Track Insight / Lyrics
Dust motes dance in fading light,
A folded map, a ghostly sight.
Arizona calls, a ribbon of gray,
Where yesterday's tracks have slipped away.
He held the paper, cracked and worn,
A nineteen eighty-two subway born.
Beneath the sun, a different track,
This desert highway won't lead back.
To tunnels dim and city steam,
A forgotten life, a waking dream.
Desert lines, a fading trace,
Lost connections, time and space.
Steel wheels rusting, shadows grow,
Where the city used to flow.
Desert lines, a whispered plea,
For a ghost of memory.
Old man Silas, weathered face,
Traded steel for open space.
He drove a cab through rain and sleet,
Now feels the asphalt 'neath his feet.
Each mile a story, etched in sand,
Leaving the rumble of the promised land.
Desert lines, a fading trace,
Lost connections, time and space.
Steel wheels rusting, shadows grow,
Where the city used to flow.
Desert lines, a whispered plea,
For a ghost of memory.
The map unfolds, a brittle plea,
Lines for Lexington and Battery.
He traces routes he used to know,
Before the highways started to grow.
A different rhythm, slower beat,
The desert silence, bittersweet.
He said, "A man can chase a dream,
But sometimes dreams just aren't what they seem."
The sun bleeds orange, paints the sky,
As another lonely hour drifts by.
This road unfolds, a silver thread,
A life unlived, a life misled.
A cactus blooms, a fragile grace,
In this forgotten, lonely place.
He sees the ghosts of journeys past,
Moments fleeting, built to last.
Each passing car, a fleeting friend,
Until the highway has to end.
Desert lines, a fading trace,
Lost connections, time and space.
Steel wheels rusting, shadows grow,
Where the city used to flow.
Desert lines, a whispered plea,
For a ghost of memory.
He folds the map, one final fold,
A story whispered, to be told.
The desert wind, a gentle sigh,
As city lights begin to die.
He's found his peace, a quiet view,
Beneath the endless desert blue.
Desert lines, a fading trace,
Lost connections, time and space.
Steel wheels rusting, shadows grow,
Where the city used to flow.
Desert lines, a whispered plea,
For a ghost of memory.
Dust settles on the cracked terrain,
A silent echo, again and again.
Desert lines…desert lines…
Lost in time, where the highway shines.
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