Track Insight / Lyrics
Camera strap cuts neck, highway hums beneath boots
Rust eats the Ferris wheel, October chews the wood
Shutter clicks once, twice, steel ribs against pale sky
Nobody asks permission, nobody says they should
Backpack weighs heavy, film cans rattle like dice
Carousel horses frozen, manes caught in wire
Thumb out for rides north, wind tastes like copper and ice
Each frame a small theft, each mile adds fuel to fire
Old violin sings low where the ticket booth died
Bow drags sweet sorrow from strings stretched too wide
Autumn blows cold through the midway's cracked bones
Music stays standing when everything goes
Photograph the player, fingers gnarled, knuckles white
He plays for empty benches, peeling paint, gray sky
Melody climbs slow, a prayer stitched into night
No audience needed, no reason to ask why
Old violin sings low where the ticket booth died
Bow drags sweet sorrow from strings stretched too wide
Autumn blows cold through the midway's cracked bones
Music stays standing when everything goes
Shutter snaps the moment, silver gelatin holds
Brass section swells warm from a speaker nearby
History hums under fingernails, bitter and old
Beauty don't ask permission, beauty don't need to try
Bus engine coughs diesel, schedule printed in red
Violin case snaps shut, bow wiped clean on sleeve
Last roll of film exposed, development ahead
Walk toward the headlights, knowing what I believe
Wheels turn on pavement, park shrinks in dirty glass
Fiddle tune lingers like smoke in wool coat
Autumn keeps falling, indifferent, vast, crass
Song outlives the ruins, song outlives the note
Old violin sings low where the ticket booth died
Bow drags sweet sorrow from strings stretched too wide
Autumn blows cold through the midway's cracked bones
Music stays standing when everything goes
Shutter clicks once more, highway takes me home
Fiddle at the gate, playing on its own
