Track Insight / Lyrics
Another coffee, black as coal,
Another story taking hold.
He hangs suspended, way up high,
A silver speck against the sky.
Twenty-fourth floor, a dizzying view,
Washing windows, shining and new.
Old Man Hemlock, steady and slow,
Sees the city waking up below.
Reflections flicker, a mirrored dream,
Lost in the sunlight's golden gleam.
Each pane a story, lives passing by,
He's a silent witness, way up high.
Glass and air, a fragile grace,
Lost in time and outer space.
He sees it all, the joy, the pain,
Washing away the city's stain.
A businessman shouts into his phone,
A young couple laughs, utterly alone.
A lonely woman waters a plant,
He sees their shadows, a fleeting slant.
Reflections flicker, a mirrored dream,
Lost in the sunlight's golden gleam.
Each pane a story, lives passing by,
He's a silent witness, way up high.
Glass and air, a fragile grace,
Lost in time and outer space.
He sees it all, the joy, the pain,
Washing away the city's stain.
He remembers Mabel, his diner queen,
Her cherry pie, a joyful scene.
She'd wave up at him, a smiling face,
Lost now, leaving an empty space.
The cables creak, a gentle sway,
He feels the wind steal breath away.
A quiet moment, a solemn plea,
To find some peace, for him to be.
Glass and air, a fragile grace,
Lost in time and outer space.
He sees it all, the joy, the pain,
Washing away the city's stain.
A little girl paints with colored light,
Her tiny world, a wondrous sight.
He sees her dreaming, pure and free,
A hopeful echo, meant for him to see.
Glass and air, a fragile grace,
Lost in time and outer space.
He sees it all, the joy, the pain,
Washing away the city's stain.
Sun dips low, a fiery hue,
Another day is nearly through.
Glass and air, thinning from sight,
Old Man Hemlock, into the night.
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