Track Insight / Lyrics
The tuner walks these bricks alone
A crooked key, a fractured tone
The autumn wind comes off the bay
It smells like coffee, salt, and clay
I drag my case past closing signs
Past neon ghosts and parking lines
Every brick remembers rain
Every note recalls the pain
I tune the world to hide the sound
Of you not coming back around
Of you not coming back around
The diner cook flips eggs at dawn
He asks me why I look so drawn
I say the piano's out of key
He laughs and pours a cup for me
Every brick remembers rain
Every note recalls the pain
I tune the world to hide the sound
Of you not coming back around
Of you not coming back around
I find the bench, I lift the lid
The felt is worn from what we did
I strike a chord that used to land
Now it shakes like a shaky hand
Every brick remembers rain
Every note recalls the pain
I tune the world to hide the sound
Of you not coming back around
Of you not coming back around
The cook he says the regulars
Don't tip enough to fix their scars
I tune the strings, I check the frets
I drink the coffee, place my bets
The brick sidewalk holds the cold
The story that I never told
I pack my tools, I close the case
Another town, another place
Every brick remembers rain
Every note recalls the pain
I tune the world to hide the sound
Of you not coming back around
Of you not coming back around
The tuner walks these bricks alone
A crooked key, a fractured tone
