Track Insight / Lyrics
I ride in a denim pocket warm
Through bus stations and midnight storm
My crystal catches the vacancy glow
While radiators hiss and blow
A bus ticket stub in a trembling hand
I count the miles to a promised land
I'm brass in a neon parking lot
Ticking seconds the guests forgot
No batteries, no digital face
Just gears and spring in a metal case
Neon burns but I don't fade
I keep time for the deals we made
A key turns heavy in a rusted lock
Footsteps pause at the hallway clock
Ice machine clunks down the carpeted hall
A phone rings sharp off the motel wall
Polaroid snaps on a bedside tray
Developing fast then fading gray
I'm brass in a neon parking lot
Ticking seconds the guests forgot
No batteries, no digital face
Just gears and spring in a metal case
Neon burns but I don't fade
I keep time for the deals we made
Cigarette burn on the polyester spread
Dreams unspool like a film strip thread
I feel the pulse in a waiter's wrist
A midnight shift, a goodbye kiss
Dawn bleeds slow through the Venetian blind
Another guest leaves the past behind
I'm brass in a neon parking lot
Ticking seconds the guests forgot
No batteries, no digital face
Just gears and spring in a metal case
Neon burns but I don't fade
I keep time for the deals we made
Years pile up like dust on my chain
Lovers' initials etched in vain
But still I turn, still I hold
The weight of stories never told
Now a kid with a camera snaps my face
Catches the scratches, the brass, the grace
She rides a Greyhound with a one-way fare
Wind in her hair, salt in the air
I tick for her, for the miles she
