Track Insight / Lyrics
Fog rolls thick past switching gates
Steel teeth bite the cold night air
Chrome frame rests on rusted ties
Flat tires hold no breathing there
Ghost bike waits for morning train
No rider left to stake a claim
Spokes catch light like broken chain
Nobody speaks its weathered name
Coffee steam curls past my wrist
Watch the yard from window stool
Bike don't move, don't make no list
Just sits patient, harsh and cruel
Ghost bike waits for morning train
No rider left to stake a claim
Spokes catch light like broken chain
Nobody speaks its weathered name
Knew a courier named Pete
Rode that Schwinn through snow and rain
Never missed a single beat
Till the night he missed the train
Ghost bike waits for morning train
No rider left to stake a claim
Spokes catch light like broken chain
Nobody speaks its weathered name
Brass bell silent, leather cracked
Paint peels slow like sunburned skin
Frame holds strong, tragedy stacked
Waiting for the dawn to begin
Ghost bike waits for morning train
No rider left to stake a claim
Spokes catch light like broken chain
Nobody speaks its weathered name
Still it stands through wind and rain
Kettle whistles, shift goes on
Fog lifts slow when morning comes
