Track Insight / Lyrics
Engine coughing at the end of town
Rain taps wrinkles on the windowsill
Meter runs like sparks across the crown
Of weeds where summer hid beneath the till
I lean low and listen past the sound
Fireflies drift over the field
Like loose stars the tall weeds have spilled
I keep watch where the headlights fail
Counting sparks till the night turns pale
Fireflies drift over the field
Cedar shade and weathered seats still smell
Of tobacco, pine dust, and yesterday
A lost dime rolls beside the steering wheel
A summer prank along the towaway
The moon lays one pale finger on the bell
Fireflies drift over the field
Like loose stars the tall weeds have spilled
I keep watch where the headlights fail
Counting sparks till the night turns pale
Fireflies drift over the field
Fare was short, but somehow I stayed long
A child waved from one back seat
Grass bent low beneath the guttering moon
Old map marks the graveled retreat
Silver fleas inside the unmowed green
[Pre-
Bring me one quiet spark
Let the dashboard go dark
Fireflies drift over the field
Like loose stars the tall weeds have spilled
I keep watch where the headlights fail
Counting sparks till the night turns pale
Fireflies drift over the field
Radio static, then a gospel line
A choir at the edge of the storm
Some good things leave a small shine
Some roads bring back where we were born
Like sparks on a dark country lane
Cut the headlights, let the dark breathe
Watch the little lamps skirt the blades
One child in the window believed
Time slows down when the twilight stays
Dawn is rusting at the eastern rail
Morning gray behind the spidered glass
The last bright bug slips beneath the rail
I shift to drive and let the moments pass
Keep one spark for when the night prevails
Fireflies drift over the field
Like loose stars the tall weeds have spilled
I keep watch where the headlights fail
Counting sparks till the night turns pale
Fireflies drift over the field
Fireflies drift over the field
Like loose stars the tall weeds have spilled
I keep watch where the headlights fail
Counting sparks till the night turns pale
Fireflies drift over the field
No road is ever long when the stars stay still
Morning catches on the old hood
Sparks go dark, but they leave their light
Distant fields remember good
The road bends home around the bend
I drive slow and keep the small light
