Track Insight / Lyrics
I keep the glass and oil clean
The salt air turns the copper green
I watch the tide roll in and out
While other men just scream and shout
I found a map from eighty-two
The ink is faded, pale and blue
It clings to concrete, cold and grey
Beside the highway, far away
Oh, the paper coast line holds the way
Guarding the road through the salty spray
Wrong city grid on a coastal bend
A lonely guide till the highway end
It marks the trains that never run
Bleaching white under a summer sun
The asphalt burns and the wind blows hard
Keeping a steady, frozen guard
Oh, the paper coast line holds the way
Guarding the road through the salty spray
Wrong city grid on a coastal bend
A lonely guide till the highway end
Tear at the edges, peel at the seam
Steel on the water, a heavy beam
Nobody reads where the red line goes
Only the tide and the current knows
The cars fly past in a rushing blur
The old rhythms start to hum and purr
It doesn't move and it doesn't blink
Watching the heavy anchors sink
I keep the wick and the flame bright red
While all the city maps go to bed
Just a scrap of a forgotten town
Waiting for the heavy rain to come down
Oh, the paper coast line holds the way
Guarding the road through the salty spray
Wrong city grid on a coastal bend
A lonely guide till the highway end
Hold the line.
Just hold the line.
Right here.
