Track Insight / Lyrics
Salt air cured these maple ribs
Seventy winters, storm and drift
Bow hair frayed from heavy pull
Case lid latched and leather dull
I wait where tires crush and grind
No concert hall, no stage light blind
Just gravel singing under boot
And dusk that makes the shadows mute
Knew a hand that shook with age
Played reels on a rolling stage
Fingers found the sweet spot true
Now the varnish holds the blue
I wait where tires crush and grind
No concert hall, no stage light blind
Just gravel singing under boot
And dusk that makes the shadows mute
Lighthouse lens threw beams so far
Violin throws sound to star
Different wood, same patient keep
Waiting while the world falls sleep
I wait where tires crush and grind
No concert hall, no stage light blind
Just gravel singing under boot
And dusk that makes the shadows mute
Car door slams, a step comes near
Footsteps crunch, the hour clear
Case clicks open, latch gives way
Twilight holds its breath to stay
Storm lanterns gutters in the gale
This bow survives the longest veil
One note drawn across the dark
Like a beacon, small and stark
Horsehair kisses catgut song
Right where tires don't belong
First note rises, thin and sweet
Gravel driveway finds its beat
I wait where tires crush and grind
No concert hall, no stage light blind
Just gravel singing under boot
And dusk that makes the shadows mute
Now music wakes the dusty root
Old wood sings on gray stone dust
Twilight paints the driveways rust
