Track Insight / Lyrics
Hard hat tilted on a weathered brow
Boots sink deep in the sponge-black earth
No dial tone hums in the switches now
Just moss breathing over the dead girth
He presses the receiver to his ear
Static sings where the voices slept
The factory roof has disappeared
Where vinyl records were once kept
Moss on the line, moss on the wire
Green eats the signal, soft and slow
Moss on the line, moss on the wire
Nobody calls where the rust don't go
Splicing knife folded in a grease-stained palm
He traces the cable through fern and vine
The insulation cracks like a dry psalm
Time spliced the copper with forest twine
He presses the receiver to his ear
Static sings where the voices slept
The factory roof has disappeared
Where vinyl records were once kept
Moss on the line, moss on the wire
Green eats the signal, soft and slow
Moss on the line, moss on the wire
Nobody calls where the rust don't go
Lunch pail dents from a thirty-year run
Thermos rattles with bitter black brew
He laughs at the silence, says the job's done
The network's roots grew deeper than you
Rain taps the canopy, forty feet high
Spores drift down on the solder joints
He hears the forest dialing the sky
No busy tone, just growing points
Moss on the line, moss on the wire
Green eats the signal, soft and slow
Moss on the line, moss on the wire
Nobody calls where the rust don't go
Clips his test set to a mossy clip
Writes "DEAD" in chalk on the junction box
Wipes his hands on a denim hip
Walks back where the parking lot unlocks
Moss on the line, moss on the wire
Green eats the signal, soft and slow
Moss on the line, moss on the wire
Nobody calls where the rust don't go
Moss on the line, moss on the wire
Green eats the signal, soft and slow
Coffee's cold but the shift ain't through
Green keeps climbing the pole and you
