Track Insight / Lyrics
I park the cab on Cedar Street
Where factory walls meet creeping green
A cobbler sits on splintered crate
The quietest king I've ever seen
He works the hide where iron sleeps
The buffer hums a low refrain
Moss claims the rust on broken seams
Old leather drinks the oil and rain
His hands know every crack and grain
From soles that walked the midnight shift
He rubs the wax in circular grace
While moss drinks deep the acid gift
He works the hide where iron sleeps
The buffer hums a low refrain
Moss claims the rust on broken seams
Old leather drinks the oil and rain
My meter clicks through midnight streets
Counting fares in rain and sleet
This ruin breathes a different tune
Beneath the rising, quiet moon
He works the hide where iron sleeps
The buffer hums a low refrain
Moss claims the rust on broken seams
Old leather drinks the oil and rain
My radio plays static loud
But here no engine breaks the cloud
His brush writes history in shine
On leather worn by factory time
The ruin doesn't need a meter
The moss don't know my name
But leather lives when hands remember
And craft outlasts the rusted frame
When shift ends, I'll drive him home
Past rusted gates and overgrown
He'll pay in stories, not in coin
The richest fare I've ever known
He works the hide where iron sleeps
The buffer hums a low refrain
Moss claims the rust on broken seams
Old leather drinks the oil and rain
Moss and leather, moss and leather
He buffs the hide, we fade together
