Track Insight / Lyrics
I sit on a table of pine
Watching the golden hour line
I feel every heavy car wheel
Turning the dirt into steel
Click clack, wait for the sound
Gravel spinning round and round
Ink on the page, black and deep
While the sleepy valley will sleep
I remember a finger so light
Pressing my keys in the night
Now I just hear the driveway roar
Waiting for him at the door
Click clack, wait for the sound
Gravel spinning round and round
Ink on the page, black and deep
While the sleepy valley will sleep
The ribbon is dry and it's old
Stories of silver and gold
I count every stone on the path
Cold as a wintery bath
The trumpet plays a low blue note
A letter that he never wrote
I hold the space between the lines
Under the leaning cedar pines
A snapshot of blue in the air
Wind blowing through out his hair
The engine dies with a low hum
I know the moment has come
Click clack, wait for the sound
Gravel spinning round and round
Ink on the page, black and deep
While the sleepy valley will sleep
He walks through the screen with a sigh
The twilight is painting the sky
He touches my metal and chrome
Finally bringing the feeling home
Click clack, wait for the sound
Gravel spinning round and round
Ink on the page, black and deep
While the sleepy valley will sleep
Just a click and a clack.
Bring the feeling back.
(Fade out with muted trumpet)
