Track Insight / Lyrics
You wipe the dust from ivory keys
The workshop smells of oil and trees
The backyard's thick with vine and thorn
You watch the green where notes are born
You turn the pins, the grass grows tall
The meter's running on the garden wall
You strike the key, the sound cuts through
The morning light comes chasing you
I've driven streets where sirens wail
The fare is paid, the night turns pale
But here you sit with hammer's touch
The overgrown don't matter much
You turn the pins, the grass grows tall
The meter's running on the garden wall
You strike the key, the sound cuts through
The morning light comes chasing you
The rain will fall, the sun will bake
The strings hold tight, they never break
You listen close for every beat
The garden grows around your feet
You turn the pins, the grass grows tall
The meter's running on the garden wall
You strike the key, the sound cuts through
The morning light comes chasing you
The dawn arrives on copper wires
The backyard burns with morning fires
You pack your tools, the tuning's done
The wild yard sings beneath the sun
You turn the pins, the grass grows tall
The meter's running on the garden wall
You strike the key, the sound cuts through
The morning light comes chasing you
