Track Insight / Lyrics
Rail yard shrouded in the fog,
Ghosts of trains that used to go,
Paper plane's late-night glide,
Tossed by the city's stride.
Neon puddles gleam like jewels bright,
Streets alive, a sleepless night,
A small winged hope takes its flight,
Unmoored, yet buoyed by the light.
Through the murk, it seeks a home,
A friendly hand, a glowing dome,
A fleeting touch of human heart,
Before it's torn apart.
Plane bone, plane bone, soul adrift,
Plane bone, plane bone, night's albino drift,
In the urban smoke and lonely dark,
Plane bone rises, and the heart embarks.
Foghorns moan like a mournful sigh,
Echoes of a love that's lost its fly,
The city's pulse, a steady hum,
Propels the plane bone, until it's done.
Through the murk, it seeks a home,
A friendly hand, a glowing dome,
A fleeting touch of human heart,
Before it's torn apart.
Plane bone, plane bone, soul adrift,
Plane bone, plane bone, night's albino drift,
In the urban smoke and lonely dark,
Plane bone rises, and the heart embarks.
As dawn breaks, the city's awake,
And the plane's translucent wake,
Dissolves like mist beneath the sun,
The journey's done, the heart is won.
Plane bone, plane bone, soul at rest,
Plane bone, plane bone, in the city's nest,
The night's dark journey, now complete,
Plane bone finds its final beat.
In the rail yard, fog still clings,
To the metal tracks, the empty rings,
But now there's a glimmer of peace,
As the plane bone finds its release.
