Track Insight / Lyrics
You wait where the salt air meets the grey
Beneath the bridge where the tankers sway
Your orange fur holds the midday heat
While asphalt burns on your tiny feet
Low hum, calico hum in the shade
A secret song that the highway made
Swaying slow to the rumble and roll
A little ghost with a diner soul
You watch the chrome of the cars go by
Under a pale and a bleached out sky
You found a spot where the concrete bends
Where the long road finally starts and ends
Low hum, calico hum in the shade
A secret song that the highway made
Swaying slow to the rumble and roll
A little ghost with a diner soul
I bring a plate of the kindest fish
A greasy scrap for a lonely wish
You blink your eyes in a golden haze
Lost in the drift of the summer daze
The Wurlitzer plays a lazy chord
A heavy mood that we both afford
No one knows where your story began
Just a stray cat and a frying pan
Your rhythmic purr is a steady beat
Matching the pulse of the coastal street
You don't want gold or a velvet bed
Just a warm spot for your heavy head
Low hum, calico hum in the shade
A secret song that the highway made
Swaying slow to the rumble and roll
A little ghost with a diner soul
The shift is over, the coffee is black
You walk the line on the rusted track
A splash of color in a world of slate
Waiting for luck at the garden gate
Low hum, calico hum in the shade
A secret song that the highway made
Swaying slow to the rumble and roll
A little ghost with a diner soul
Just keep humming, little friend. Swaying slow.
Low hum.
