Track Insight / Lyrics
Rain slicked streets, a neon gleam,
Another fare, another fading dream.
Leather whispers, cold and worn,
A story held, a life forlorn.
Picked it up at a pawn shop stall,
Weathered hide, answering my call.
Smelled of smoke and late night rides,
Something missing deep inside.
A solid weight against the chill,
A silent partner, standing still.
Ghost stitch, a name I couldn't trace,
Initials carved with time and grace.
Someone's memory, locked within,
A life lived brightly, where does it begin?
This old jacket, a mystery untold,
A piece of someone brave and bold.
Drove a waitress home last night,
Under streetlamps, bathed in pale light.
She saw the jacket, asked the tale,
"Who does it belong to?" without fail.
I shrugged my shoulders, played it cool,
A story lost, a broken rule.
Ghost stitch, a name I couldn't trace,
Initials carved with time and grace.
Someone's memory, locked within,
A life lived brightly, where does it begin?
This old jacket, a mystery untold,
A piece of someone brave and bold.
Remember a cop, back in '88,
Said this jacket sealed a lover's fate.
A reckless chase, a twist of fate,
The leather stained, it was too late.
He wore it proud, a fading hue,
A broken heart, forever true.
Ghost stitch, a name I couldn't trace,
Initials carved with time and grace.
Someone's memory, locked within,
A life lived brightly, where does it begin?
This old jacket, a mystery untold,
A piece of someone brave and bold.
The city breathes, a concrete sigh,
Another face drifts quickly by.
Each passing hour, a silent plea,
To unlock the ghost that lives with me.
I run my fingers 'cross the seams,
Lost in fragments, faded dreams.
Old man Hemlock, down on Bleecker Street,
He knew the maker, bittersweet.
Said the initials, "E.
M. to J.
L.",
A sailor's gift, a love farewell.
He sailed away on stormy seas,
Lost to the wind and memories.
Ghost stitch, a name I finally trace,
E.
M. to J.
L., time and grace.
Someone's memory, alive within,
A life lived brightly, where it all began!
This old jacket, a story now told,
A piece of someone brave and bold.
Rain keeps fallin', streets still gleam,
Carryin' stories, like a river's stream.
Ghost stitch whispers, soft and low,
Wherever you go, wherever you go...
Leather and echoes, fade away,
Another sunrise, another day.
