Track Insight / Lyrics
A long-haul trucker, soul so worn,
Pulls into town to call his morn.
Coffees hot, he starts the night shift,
Longing to turn wheels, leave it to drift.
And, lost in thoughts of places past,
He parks his rig, walks the frozen vast.
Icy breath, a fleeting sigh,
As lonely echoes meet the sky.
Oh, the quiet spells and memories preserved,
In winter's grasp, long forgotten spent.
Frostbite Dadisms, whispered cold,
A heart's echoes, growing old.
He imagines hands so warm and strong,
Guiding him through the longest, coldest song.
But time and miles, they make him flee,
And now these alleys, bring only misery.
And so he walks, the lonely street,
Reflecting on the life he's met.
Memories sharp, in frost he finds,
The ghosts that haunt his weary mind.
Oh, the quiet spells and memories preserved,
In winter's grasp, long forgotten spent.
Frostbite Dadisms, whispered cold,
A heart's echoes, growing old.
If only roads could lead him home,
To where the warmth would dawn.
But on this night, the trucker's way,
Is paved with frozen roads, the long goodbye.
Oh, the quiet spells and memories preserved,
In winter's grasp, long forgotten spent.
Frostbite Dadisms, whispered cold,
A heart's echoes, growing old.
With engineered rhythms guiding him along,
The trucker's tale will ride the song.
Frostbitten streets, the echoes speak,
Of love and loss, a highway bleak.
