Track Insight / Lyrics
Radio static buzzes, then fades
Neon lights flicker, electric haze
I strum a power chord on guitar
The magic spell begins to cast
Lost in the pulse of the city streets
Guitar slung low, my feet meet the beat
I wander, a lonely folk hero
On a mission to set the night on fire
Hey, I'm chasing the motes in the neon glaze
Shimmering sparks that dance and sway
In the gritty ruin of the abandoned towers
Pulled by the disco strings to these after-hours hours
I'm a janitor of dreams, cleaning up the past
My broom's a six-string axe, sweeping futures vast
With every strum, the walls come alive
Whispers of forgotten souls, catching my stride
Hey, I'm chasing the motes in the neon glaze
Shimmering sparks that dance and sway
In the gritty ruin of the abandoned towers
Pulled by the disco strings to these after-hours hours
Bass line rumbles low and deep
Horns blast a jazz-funk freak
Guitar licks snake and slither on top
The groove goes wild, our souls take a hop
Shadows play hide and seek on crumbling brick
Graffiti hearts and love letters stick
Time stands still in this alleyway space
Where every sound's a moment's grace
Hey, I'm chasing the motes in the neon glaze
Shimmering sparks that dance and sway
In the gritty ruin of the abandoned towers
Pulled by the disco strings to these after-hours hours
String section swells like a chorus of fire
Cello whispers a siren's desire
I pluck and pick, the notes take flight
Painting the night with rhythm and light
Hey, I'm chasing the motes in the neon glaze
Shimmering sparks that dance and sway
In the gritty ruin of the abandoned towers
Pulled by the disco strings to these after-hours hours
Neon dreams fade, the dawn approaches
As I tune up my guitar, the magic haunts
Invisible strings, the city's siren calls
When dusk returns, I'll dance among the walls
