Track Insight / Lyrics
A red bicycle waits behind the garage door
Rust is mapping every mile she rode before
One chipped reflector blinks beneath the weeds
Her old kickstand sleeps where the daylight bleeds
Bus tickets rustle in a cardboard box
Summer flashes back across the evening locks
Leave her where the sunlight lands
Turn the handle in your hands
Let the rusty spokes catch the blue
Maybe summer still belongs to you
All the snapshots say it's true
Someone left her there in June
She leans toward the locusts and the heat
A crescent chain swings where the pedals meet
Half a map is folded underneath the seat
Little red scratches mark her last retreat
Her bell still carries down the alley line
Clear and bright beneath the climbing vine
Leave her where the sunlight lands
Turn the handle in your hands
Let the rusty spokes catch the blue
Maybe summer still belongs to you
All the snapshots say it's true
Someone left her there in June
The garage door is painting dust and gold
Winter counted every bead of rust that stole
On a postcard, fields are washed in brighter blue
On her handlebars, a thread is waving too
She remembers chalk dust on a speeding hand
Orange buses racing past the county band
Leave her where the sunlight lands
Turn the handle in your hands
Let the rusty spokes catch the blue
Maybe summer still belongs to you
All the snapshots say it's true
Someone left her there in June
One more click, then the bicycle sighs
Dust rises, drifts, and flashes in her eyes
Somewhere past the depot and overgrown lane
A lost day taps twice against the window pane
Oh, the metal wears the seasons that we lose
Oh, the sunlight slips where summer used to loose
Now she flashes silver where the red once stood
Morning spills its colors through the neighborhood
A child sprints past and catches her reflection
Crouches close and sketches every worn direction
Little fingers trace the letters scratched in steel
Names of summers turning underneath the wheel
She stays humble in the weeds and lets the brass glow
Holding every road she carried once, but somehow still knows
Leave her where the sunlight lands
Turn the handle in your hands
Let the rusty spokes catch the blue
Maybe summer still belongs to you
All the snapshots say it's true
Someone brought her back in June
Leave her where the sunlight lands
Carry every memory home
Let the rusty spokes catch the blue
Maybe summer never has to go
Wind stirs sparks along the leaning wall
One bright bird flashes, breaking through the hall
Dust settles where the lost day slipped away
Still the bicycle remembers how to pray
And the sunlight finds her waiting in the gold
A little rust, a little summer, story left untold
