Track Insight / Lyrics
I sit on a cedar plank floor
Open wide is the screen porch door
I watch the brown water slide by
Under a bruised purple sky
Ink on the page, black and deep
While the heavy crawfish sleep
Clicking out a slow steady beat
Where the swamp and the shoreline meet
My ribbon is frayed and it's old
Stories of the basin untold
The humidity clings to my steel
Turning the slow rusted wheel
Ink on the page, black and deep
While the heavy crawfish sleep
Clicking out a slow steady beat
Where the swamp and the shoreline meet
A blue heron lands on a log
Hidden in the grey morning fog
I wait for a hand on my key
To set all the locked letters free
Ink on the page, black and deep
While the heavy crawfish sleep
Clicking out a slow steady beat
Where the swamp and the shoreline meet
The wind shakes the Spanish moss hair
Salty scent in the heavy air
No one comes to type out a line
Only the creeping ivy vine
I remember the touch of the light
Writing through the dead of the night
Now I drift in a wooden daydream
Floating on a slow muddy stream
Ink on the page, black and deep
While the heavy crawfish sleep
Clicking out a slow steady beat
Where the swamp and the shoreline meet
Click-clack, ring it back.
Just ink and the bayou.
Ink and the bayou.
