Track Insight / Lyrics
He lifts the lid on upright wood
Fog curls round the iron track
A tuning fork strikes where he stood
Steel ribs shiver, answer back
Fogbound tuner turns the screw
Strings awake in damp debut
Camera clicks, the fog splits wide
Rail yard sings where notes collide
She rides the night bus, ticket torn
Lens capped, she waits for dawn's first gleam
His wrench adjusts a note forlorn
Brass strings glow in steam's soft beam
Fogbound tuner turns the screw
Strings awake in damp debut
Camera clicks, the fog splits wide
Rail yard sings where notes collide
Damp hammers kiss the ivory keys
Mist clings on the overhead wire
She frames the scene, no need to tease
Shutter catches smoke and fire
Fogbound tuner turns the screw
Strings awake in damp debut
Camera clicks, the fog splits wide
Rail yard sings where notes collide
Upright bass hums from a corner door
Tuner wipes his oil-stained hands
She loads fresh film, wants nothing more
Than truth that only fog understands
Trumpet murmurs low in gold plate reverb
Rhodes chords bloom like heat on glass
Time suspends on a curved nerve
Past and future blur and pass
Morning lifts the veil from steel and string
He packs his tools in canvas sack
She boards the bus, the songs still sing
Fogbound tuner won't look back
Fogbound tuner turns the screw
Strings awake in damp debut
Camera clicks, the fog splits wide
Rail yard sings where notes collide
Shutter clicks, the bus pulls away
Fogbound tuner stays to play