Track Insight / Lyrics
Fluorescent flicker paints the pumps in blue
My toolkit rests on concrete, cold and flat
The station wagon's engine coughs right through
A hymnal memory, imagine that
Neon hums in A-four-forty
Wrench turns slow on frozen steel
Every string finds true north steady
Night resolves to something real
Tuning lever bites the pin so tight
Fourth octave A rings clean and clear
No concert hall, no stage, no spotlight glare
Just moths that circle vapor, drawing near
Neon hums in A-four-forty
Wrench turns slow on frozen steel
Every string finds true north steady
Night resolves to something real
Alto breath still lives in calloused thumbs
Counting beats in measures no one hears
The choir director's voice still comes around
Minor thirds that calm the rising fears
Neon hums in A-four-forty
Wrench turns slow on frozen steel
Every string finds true north steady
Night resolves to something real
Two highways kiss where midnight trucks turn round
A diner sign spells breakfast in pink light
I tune the note that makes the discord sound
Like forgiveness after years of fight
No metronome, no sheet music to read
Just vibration traveling through air
The overtones are everything I need
Grace measured out in hertz and frequency
Last customer pays cash and drives away
Tail lights bleed into the morning haze
One final octave check before the day
Perfection holds in unexpected ways
Neon hums in A-four-forty
Wrench turns slow on frozen steel
Every string finds true north steady
Night resolves to something real
Neon hums in A-four-forty
Wrench turns slow on frozen steel
