Track Insight / Lyrics
I hold the rockers, splintered and worn
Cypress knees knocking, weathered and torn
Meter don't matter where the water meets land
I know every fare by the print of their hand
Porch light swings slow on a rusted chain
Washing the dark like a slow falling rain
Moths beat the glass with a desperate wing
Waiting for morning, waiting to sing
Boots kicked the dust off a thousand long rides
Swapped out the leather for tides and for tides
Driver don't talk much, just lights a cigarette
Bayou keeps secrets the city forget
Porch light swings slow on a rusted chain
Washing the dark like a slow falling rain
Moths beat the glass with a desperate wing
Waiting for morning, waiting to sing
Spanish moss dripping like sweat on a brow
Fireflies taxiing, showing me how
No GPS needed, no dispatch call
Just the murmur of current, the rise and the fall
Porch light swings slow on a rusted chain
Washing the dark like a slow falling rain
Moths beat the glass with a desperate wing
Waiting for morning, waiting to sing
Rocker keeps rocking on bearings of rust
Turning the miles into memories and dust
Tip jar is empty, the shift is near done
Watch the sun sink behind the cypress sun
No town reflects on this black water mirror
Just the glow of the tip, getting clearer, getting nearer
Engine cuts out, keys hit the wood
Standing right here where the bad times stood
Screen door slaps shut with a sigh and a creak
Strong enough foundation, plenty strong for the weak
I'll hold the light till the battery dies
Reflecting the stars in the gator's eyes
Porch light swings slow on a rusted chain
Washing the dark like a slow falling rain
Moths beat the glass with a desperate wing
Waiting for morning, waiting to sing
Porch light swings slow, yeah, it knows the way
Guiding the lost through the gray and the gray
Light holds the line
Bayou keeps time
