Track Insight / Lyrics
Rust bleeds on the iron rail,
Salt spray whispers a lonely tale.
Neon flickers, a tired sign,
Where the water meets the borderline.
He watches *Salix babylonica* weep,
Bent low where concrete secrets sleep.
Ferry sighs, a distant drone,
Another traveler, sailing home.
The motel walls, a faded hue,
Reflect the sky, a bruised blue.
He traces veins on a damp stone,
A quiet solace, all alone.
Harbor lights and motel bloom,
Chasing shadows in the gloom.
Resting hands and weary eyes,
Watching the long night slowly rise.
He knows the rhythm of the tide,
The turning gears, where dreams reside.
The scent of diesel, thick and low,
Where the currents ebb and flow.
A single bulb above the door,
Illuminates the gravel floor.
He thinks of *Juniperus communis* strong,
Rooted deeply, where they belong.
Harbor lights and motel bloom,
Chasing shadows in the gloom.
Resting hands and weary eyes,
Watching the long night slowly rise.
Each passing car, a fleeting spark,
Lost in the endless, silent dark.
He feels the tremor in the ground,
As distant engines softly sound.
The water cradles wooden hulls,
Whispering ancient, knowing pulls.
He names the stars, a patient grace,
Mapping constellations in this place.
*Acer palmatum*, leaves unfurl,
A tiny Eden in a restless world.
Harbor lights and motel bloom,
Chasing shadows in the gloom.
Resting hands and weary eyes,
Watching the long night slowly rise.
Harbor lights and motel bloom,
Chasing shadows in the gloom.
Resting hands and weary eyes,
Watching the long night slowly rise.
The ferry horn, a mournful plea,
Lost to the wind and the open sea.
Bloom and shadow, fade to gray,
Another dawn, another day.
