Track Insight / Lyrics
You found it leaning by the gate
A rolled tin tube of forgotten weight
The gravel drinks the evening light
Lines gone cold in fading night
You pull the tube from gravel bed
Where sumac roots have claimed the dead
The rusted clasp yields to your thumb
Salt wind recalls what years have done
Blue lines fracture, red lines fade
The routes you knew were never made
The lamp still sweeps the shoals you knew
Lines gone cold, but burning true
Ink bleeds through creases, borough names
Drowned by rain and gravel claims
The N train curves toward Coney shore
You trace the path with fingertips
Blue lines fracture, red lines fade
The routes you knew were never made
The lamp still sweeps the shoals you knew
Lines gone cold, but burning true
A token rusts in coin-slot grooves
The map don't move, the map don't move
Twilight paints the wires gray
You fold it slow, you walk away
Blue lines fracture, red lines fade
The routes you knew were never made
The lamp still sweeps the shoals you knew
Lines gone cold, but burning true
The keeper's log reads dark at four
No vessel breaks the distant shore
But here the tunnels never sleep
They rust beneath the roots so deep
You slide the tube back in the earth
Where gravel drinks its iron girth
The clasp snaps shut with final click
No whistle blows, the steel is sick
Blue lines fracture, red lines fade
The routes you knew were never made
The lamp still sweeps the shoals you knew
Lines gone cold, but burning true
Lines gone cold, but burning true
The lens turns slow above the sand
You watch the dark, you understand
