Track Insight / Lyrics
Whispers in the lantern beam,
Flickering shadows play,
I stand here at the depot's end,
With my compass in my hand.
The world outside is dark and vast,
But in here, a story lasts.
Of weary couriers and worn-out tales,
Of trains that stopped and stations failed.
Echoes of a bygone age,
In paint-chipped peeling pages.
Oh, the secrets that the depot keeps,
In creaking timbers, ancient sleep.
The whispers of a lonely night,
Guiding me, my compass bright.
The storm outside subsides its roar,
But my heart still drums and pounds some more.
The depot's heart, a lonesome beat,
Matches well my troubled feet.
Of weary couriers and worn-out tales,
Of trains that stopped and stations failed.
Echoes of a bygone age,
In paint-chipped peeling pages.
Oh, the secrets that the depot keeps,
In creaking timbers, ancient sleep.
The whispers of a lonely night,
Guiding me, my compass bright.
Time moves on, but I remain,
Listening to the depot's refrain.
Though darkness gathers thick as smoke,
My lamp's warm light, a steadfast hope.
Oh, the secrets that the depot keeps,
In creaking timbers, ancient sleep.
The whispers of a lonely night,
Guiding me, my compass bright.
In this lonely watch, I'm free,
Alone with history, wild and carefree.
My lamp's steady beam, an island's glow,
Where the night's darkest secrets flow.
