Track Insight / Lyrics
I dropped a fare where the pavement ends
Where the river bends and the factory sleeps
He paid in coins, didn't need no change
Just a tackle box and a rusted cane
[Pre-
The smokestacks wear coats of emerald green
The oldest king that the city's seen
No whistle blows, no steam hisses loud
Just herons standing on a concrete cloud
He casts a line where the cranes used to swing
Moss on the machinery, hear the blackbird sing
Time don't matter when the water runs deep
Promises the city forgot to keep
His waders leak but his hands are steady
Slices the current, slow and ready
I watch the float dip, a subtle theft
He pulls a carp up, fighting left
[Pre-
The smokestacks wear coats of emerald green
The oldest king that the city's seen
No whistle blows, no steam hisses loud
Just herons standing on a concrete cloud
He casts a line where the cranes used to swing
Moss on the machinery, hear the blackbird sing
Time don't matter when the water runs deep
Promises the city forgot to keep
Lunch break comes in a brown paper sack
Bologna sandwich, no turning back
He offers me half with a weathered grin
Says the best catch is the peace you're in
He casts a line where the cranes used to swing
Moss on the machinery, hear the blackbird sing
Time don't matter when the water runs deep
Promises the city forgot to keep
Sun gets low, paints the rust in gold
Stories of steel that are never told
He packs his gear in a methodical way
Says he'll be back for another day
He casts a line where the cranes used to swing
Moss on the machinery, hear the blackbird sing
Time don't matter when the water runs deep
Promises the city forgot to keep
Back in the cab, the meter clicks on
The ruin slips as the daylight's gone
But I see him there in my rearview glass
A silhouette where the summers pass
He casts a line where the cranes used to swing
Moss on the machinery, hear the blackbird sing
Time don't matter when the water runs deep
Promises the city forgot to keep
Moss on the machinery, roots growing strong
Where the gears once turned, now the birds belong
Moss on the machinery... all day long
Meter drops silent, wheels turn slow
Moss on the machinery... let it grow
