Track Insight / Lyrics
Cold gray bus on a dirt road track,
Carrying the ghosts of a long way back.
Wooden porch and a rusted rail,
Cypress knees and a summer gale.
Bow of horsehair on a silver string,
Listen to the way the swamp birds sing.
Saturated colors in a plastic lens,
Where the muddy water slowly bends.
Hold the static in the heavy air,
Find the rhythm in a vacant stare.
Sinking deep in the bayou blue,
Everything I saw is coming true.
Faded paint on a peeling wall,
Watch the golden hour start to fall.
Silver sparks on a dark blue stream,
Caught inside a wide awake machine.
Hold the static in the heavy air,
Find the rhythm in a vacant stare.
Sinking deep in the bayou blue,
Everything I saw is coming true.
Click the shutter, freeze the motion fast,
Make the lonely moment really last.
Metal pulses in a steady beat,
Feeling all the humid summer heat.
Tangled vines in a thick green haze,
Lost inside a geometric maze.
Wooden planks under heavy boots,
Digging deep into the ancient roots.
Flash of white on a dark brown shore,
I don't want to wander anymore.
One last note from a wooden shell,
Ringing like a distant iron bell.
Hold the static in the heavy air,
Find the rhythm in a vacant stare.
Sinking deep in the bayou blue,
Everything I saw is coming true.
Snap the frame, hold the light.
Bayou static in the night.
