Track Insight / Lyrics
Morning frost on copper skin
Tracks lie quiet, worn and thin
I swivel slow on greased ball joints
Counting freight cars, counting points
Evening soot on brass collar bright
Signal lamps gut yellow light
I focus sharp on splintered wood
Where conductors' chalk marks once stood
I watch the paint peel from the beam
Night falls soft on rusted steam
My lens holds what time can't keep
The depot wakes while the world sleeps
Winter wind through cracked window panes
Rattles timetables, forgotten names
My tube condenses, breathes in cold
Stories of the departures told
I watch the paint peel from the beam
Night falls soft on rusted steam
My lens holds what time can't keep
The depot wakes while the world sleeps
No whistle screams, no brakeman's call
Just silence pressing on the wall
But I remain, calibrated, true
Measuring the miles we knew
Spring rain streaks my objective glass
Washes decades off the brass
Pigeons nest in signal towers
Feathers soft on iron flowers
Summer heat warps platform boards
Porters gone to silent wards
I track the sun from east to west
This depot stands above the rest
I watch the paint peel from the beam
Night falls soft on rusted steam
My lens holds what time can't keep
The depot wakes while the world sleeps
I watch the paint peel from the beam
Night falls soft on rusted steam
My lens holds what time can't keep
The depot wakes while the world sleeps
Brass eye holds the depot's grace
Steady gaze holds its own place
