Track Insight / Lyrics
Dust motes dance in a hazy beam,
A chipped Formica, a forgotten dream.
Chrome reflects the gasoline glow,
Watching shadows come and go.
She holds a telescope, brass and old,
Seeking stories yet untold.
Focuses on the flickering sign,
Lost highways and a different time.
Neon crossroads, a silver gaze,
Lost in the labyrinth of passing days.
A broken promise in the engine's hum,
Waiting for a road that's yet to come.
A Greyhound sighs, a metal beast,
Leaving faces, east to west, released.
She snaps a picture, grainy and bright,
Capturing moments in the fading light.
Neon crossroads, a silver gaze,
Lost in the labyrinth of passing days.
A broken promise in the engine's hum,
Waiting for a road that's yet to come.
The attendant yawns, a weary soul,
Counting hours beyond control.
She asks him stories of the open road,
Of lives he's seen, and burdens showed.
Neon crossroads, a silver gaze,
Lost in the labyrinth of passing days.
A broken promise in the engine's hum,
Waiting for a road that's yet to come.
A cracked pavement, a faded line,
Reflecting skies, a bittersweet sign.
She traces routes with a restless hand,
A map of freedom in this lonely land.
Brass telescope, a window to the past,
Every flicker, shadows cast.
Searching for answers, a hopeful plea,
In the heart of this velocity.
Neon crossroads, a silver gaze,
Lost in the labyrinth of passing days.
A broken promise, a hopeful drum,
Running towards a road yet to come.
Gas station lights begin to fade,
Another memory gently made.
She lowers the scope, a silent sigh,
Beneath the vast and endless sky.
