Track Insight / Lyrics
Dust motes dance in a fractured beam,
Gas station glow, a half-forgotten dream.
Porch wood creaks, a restless sway,
Searching crossroads at the close of day.
Chrome reflections, slick and slow,
Watching headlights come and go.
This rocking chair, a weathered friend,
Waiting for a journey without end.
[Pre-
Fluorescent hum, a lonely tune,
Beneath the harvest silver moon.
Coffee steams, a bitter grace,
Lost faces in this forgotten place.
Neon static bloom tonight,
Washing shadows in electric light.
Searching for a sign, a whispered plea,
Just a little peace for you and me.
Candy wrappers, faded signs,
Whispers carried on the wind chimes.
A trucker's story, etched in glass,
Moments fading, built to pass.
[Pre-
Fluorescent hum, a lonely tune,
Beneath the harvest silver moon.
Coffee steams, a bitter grace,
Lost faces in this forgotten place.
Neon static bloom tonight,
Washing shadows in electric light.
Searching for a sign, a whispered plea,
Just a little peace for you and me.
A chipped Formica counter gleams,
Lost in a haze of bygone dreams.
The scent of diesel, strong and deep,
Secrets that this old station keeps.
This weary wood remembers all,
The laughter, tears, before the fall.
A silent witness, day by day,
To wanderers passing on their way.
The road unwinds, a ribbon thin,
Where does it lead, and where begin?
Neon static bloom tonight,
Washing shadows in electric light.
Searching for a sign, a whispered plea,
Just a little peace for you and me.
Empty bottles, plastic chairs,
Ghosts of travelers, lingering stares.
Another engine roars and fades,
Lost echoes in the moonlit shades.
Neon static bloom tonight,
Washing shadows in electric light.
Searching for a sign, a whispered plea,
Just a little peace for you and me.
The rocking slows, a gentle sigh,
Underneath the electric sky.
Static whispers, soft and low,
Letting go, and letting go.
