Track Insight / Lyrics
My slats have held a thousand backs
Night fares paid in sweat and grime
Now one pilot checks the stacks
Thrusters cold at half past nine
Cypress knees don't ask for pay
Spanish moss hangs loose all day
This porch knows every landing gear
Bayou water runs the meter clear
No dispatch calls, no city grid
Just dusk and dust on what he did
His boots worn thin from runway concrete
Oil stains map the routes he flew
Now rockers creak in slow retreat
Bayou breeze knows what is true
Fireflies blink like dashboard lights
No fare collected, no goodbyes
This porch knows every landing gear
Bayou water runs the meter clear
No dispatch calls, no city grid
Just dusk and dust on what he did
The thrusters sleep on wooden planks
Cooling slow in humid air
No radar sweeps, no tanker ranks
Just dragonflies and cypress prayer
The meter's stopped, the flag pulled down
This runway drinks the sunset brown
This porch knows every landing gear
Bayou water runs the meter clear
No dispatch calls, no city grid
Just dusk and dust on what he did
My chains have sung through hurricane
Held lovers' weight and drifter's bone
But nothing cuts like jet fuel rain
On wood that knows he's finally home
He lights a cigarette at last
Smoke curls up through Spanish beard
The longest shift is in the past
No passengers to steer or herd
Just porch and bayou, dark and deep
This driver's finally off the street
This porch knows every landing gear
Bayou water runs the meter clear
No dispatch calls, no city grid
Just dusk and dust on what he did
The meter's dead, the run is through
This porch still rocks for me and you
Creaking chains sing low and slow
Last fare paid in full
