Track Insight / Lyrics
You splice the pair on Maple Street
The insulation cracked and sweet
Your belt hangs heavy on your hip
Coffee thermos keeps a grip
Drive-In Static on the line
Voices on the speakers, yours and mine
You linger where the screen went dark
Repair the break, ignore the spark
The marquee letters spell out rust
Wind tears the tarp with sudden gust
You clip your hooks on dead coaxial
Signal fading, superfluous
Drive-In Static on the line
Voices on the speakers, yours and mine
You linger where the screen went dark
Repair the break, ignore the spark
The concession stand smells like old grease
Rats nest inside the popcorn machine's peace
You test the pair with butt set tone
Hear the hum of a dead zone
Drive-In Static on the line
Voices on the speakers, yours and mine
You linger where the screen went dark
Repair the break, ignore the spark
Your pliers flash in sodium light
You splice the break, make the connection tight
The drive-in's dead, but wires still breathe
You pack your kit, prepare to leave
No customers at midnight shows
Just copper pairs and the crows
You wipe your hands on denim thighs
Watch the static fill the skies
The dawn cracks pale across the lot
You coil the rope, you give what you got
One last check on the main line
Drive-In Static, holding time
Drive-In Static on the line
Voices on the speakers, yours and mine
You linger where the screen went dark
Repair the break, ignite the spark
Coils humming in your grip
Midnight coffee, final sip
Pole top fading in the rear
Drive-In Static disappears
