Track Insight / Lyrics
It's the scent of engine oil that
sounds like an old hymn half struck
Neon signs pulse like restless choir lights on the cracked asphalt below,
Your face in the dusty rearview is a raised hand in prayer, a note saved in reflection,
I keep the cycle rolling, mapping the route you traced in cracked pavement.
The steering wheel still feels the thin grip of the cardigan that slipped down,
Your voice hums in the speakers, a high‑alto aria over the downtown trumpet,
Dust on the dashboard is a scripture
of the night you left the dockside
Every turn I make recalls the rusted billboard with your faded name on it.
The radio whispers the same hymn, a promise, a promise of memory that lingers,
The streetlamps yawn like choir bells, flickering on the cobblestones,
Your laughter once stroked the rubber of my seats, like an repeat through a vaulted hall,
I, the car, hold your story in my headlights, keeping every promise yet unspoken.
Back lanes breathe in motion, a soft hymn carried through city sounds,
The radio bends into silence as I turn
the key a final repeat of the choir
The last turn and the lights go out
like the final verse in a hymn book closed
I keep the rearview window ajar, a promise of a remembrance that never fades.
