Track Insight / Lyrics
Old brass horn in a pool of oil,
Copper wires in a heavy coil.
Sitting by the pump on Route Ten,
Waiting for the midnight wind again.
Spin the needle, let the record slide,
Nowhere left for a ghost to hide.
Neon humming in a steady glow,
Watch the heavy black lacquer go.
Coffee steam on a grease-stained glass,
Watching all the lonely truckers pass.
It plays a tune from a dead man's hand,
Drifting through a dry and salted land.
Spin the needle, let the record slide,
Nowhere left for a ghost to hide.
Neon humming in a steady glow,
Watch the heavy black lacquer go.
Chrome fenders catching electric blue,
Something old and something jaggedly true.
The crank is turning with a rusty creak,
The kind of sound that makes a brave man weak.
Spin the needle, let the record slide,
Nowhere left for a ghost to hide.
Neon humming in a steady glow,
Watch the heavy black lacquer go.
Gasoline scent on a summer breeze,
Shaking all the dusty cedar trees.
The horn is shouting to the empty street,
Keeping time with a heavy thumping beat.
Cold metal teeth on a spinning plate,
Locked inside a dark and iron fate.
No one stops to buy a gallon of gas,
Just a ghost in the window of the glass.
Wipe the counter with a dirty rag,
Watch the faded nylon banner sag.
The gramophone plays a scratchy song,
Where the midnight travelers all belong.
Spin the needle, let the record slide,
Nowhere left for a ghost to hide.
Neon humming in a steady glow,
Watch the heavy black lacquer go.
Let it spin, let it roll.
Heavy black lacquer, take a toll.
Spin it round.
