Track Insight / Lyrics
You found it where the pines meet wire
Leather cracked by wind and time
Pages stiff as winter bark
Ink faded to a sepia line
Leather waits where pines meet poles
Keeps its secrets, keeps its soul
Footsteps fade on needle floor
Wind writes new lines on the shore
Your fingers trace the worn cover
Salt stains bloom like lichen gray
Coordinates in careful script
Mark where the herring gulls hold sway
Leather waits where pines meet poles
Keeps its secrets, keeps its soul
Footsteps fade on needle floor
Wind writes new lines on the shore
The poles vibrate with distant voice
Copper singing through the cold
You read of storms on inland seas
Where no lighthouse beam takes hold
Night falls hard on spruce and wire
The notebook pulse matches your own
No beacon sweeps this treeline dark
Just stars above and roots below
You tuck it deep in oilskin coat
Walk back where the porch light glows
The forest keeps what you let go
The wire sings what the wind knows
Leather waits where pines meet poles
Keeps its secrets, keeps its soul
Footsteps fade on needle floor
Wind writes new lines on the shore
Morning finds the spot again
Empty moss on frozen ground
Only pole marks where it lay
Silence hums a steady sound
Leather waits where pines meet poles
Keeps its secrets, keeps its soul
Footsteps fade on needle floor
Wind writes new lines on the shore
Leather waits where pines meet poles
The light keeps turning, slow and low
You write the next line on your own
