Track Insight / Lyrics
Cold wind blows across the grit,
Where the diesel engines sit.
White wings beat against the glass,
Watching all the tankers pass.
Buzzing near a buzzing wire,
Drawn toward a humming fire.
Salty air and rusted steel,
Turning like a heavy wheel.
Humming low in the electric blue,
Searching for a spark that feels brand new.
Crossroads station in the middle of nowhere,
Pale white wings in the midnight air.
Gasoline and summer heat,
Concrete burning beneath feet.
Small and blind to all the glare,
Spinning in a frantic prayer.
Humming low in the electric blue,
Searching for a spark that feels brand new.
Crossroads station in the middle of nowhere,
Pale white wings in the midnight air.
Leave the harbor, leave the shore,
I don't need the lamp no more.
Open road and open sky,
Watch the little wanderer fly.
Bumping on a plastic shade,
Where the golden colors fade.
One small beat and then a glide,
Nowhere left for him to hide.
Tired eyes and heavy hands,
Crossing through the desert sands.
One last circle round the light,
Vanishing into the night.
Humming low in the electric blue,
Searching for a spark that feels brand new.
Crossroads station in the middle of nowhere,
Pale white wings in the midnight air.
Hold the light, hold the light.
Pale wing hum, into the night.
