You stand where the blacktop ends
Where the heavy cedar bends
The telephone poles stand tall
Waiting for the night to fall
Pink light on the needles green
Brightest glow you ever seen
Buzzing like a hive of bees
Cutting through the shaking trees
You watch the red humming glass
While the midnight truckers pass
Copper wires hum a tune
Underneath a salted moon
Pink light on the needles green
Brightest glow you ever seen
Buzzing like a hive of bees
Cutting through the shaking trees
Coffee in a heavy cup
Waiting for the sun to wake up
Cold wind hits the diner door
Dirt tracks on the linoleum floor
Pink light on the needles green
Brightest glow you ever seen
Buzzing like a hive of bees
Cutting through the shaking trees
Oil stains on a gravel road
Bearing up a heavy load
Keep the lamp and keep the sight
Guided by a humming light
Pink light on the needles green
Brightest glow you ever seen
Buzzing like a hive of bees
Cutting through the shaking trees
Just a buzz in the pine
Just a buzz on the line
