Track Insight / Lyrics
You drive through boxcars, rusted, abandoned, decayed
Scorched by fire, doused by rain, in a world turned astray
Empty warehouses, cracked facades, faceless concrete canyons
A skyline of neglect, where neon signs blink lonely refrains
Amidst the mistborn ghosts, this rusty can whispers tales
Of the ephemeral, the fleeting, the rails that never hail
Ride the mists, through the veils between the worlds
Where stories breathe, amidst the damp and thawed
Find solace here, in the eternal hum of wheels
Ride the mists, to where the heartbeat stirs beneath
San Francisco's foghorns call, the city's pulse resumes
The Bay Bridge's cables bind, the spirit to the air
In the city of gold, where dreams are forged and lost
This watering can's metallic song rides with the tides and the cost
Of chasing mirages, of toasts to absent kings
In a world where the lines blur, between substance and things
Ride the mists, through the veils between the worlds
Where stories breathe, amidst the damp and thawed
Find solace here, in the eternal hum of wheels
Ride the mists, to where the heartbeat stirs beneath
Fires in abandoned halls, flicker and then fade
Ghosts of Christmases past, reanimated in the shade
The city's humming heartbeat, thrums through banjos, horns, and drums
A polyglot reply, to the mist's eternal hymns
In the city of broken dreams, where the mystic echoes roam
This watering can's rusty voice sings a defiant, island tone
In the still of the morning, before daybreak's true
This rusty can's metallic song is the only sound anew
Fog swirls, tendrils curl, the misty veil renews
Blind alleys dream, forgotten tales of yesterday
Ride the mists, through the veils between the worlds
Where stories breathe, amidst the damp and thawed
Ride the mists, to where the heartbeat stirs beneath
Find solace here, in the eternal hum of wheels
Ride the mists, through the veils between the worlds
Where stories breathe, amidst the damp and thawed
Distant foghorns moan, the city wakes from sleep
The Bay Bridge shines silver, ready to keep the beat
Fog swirls, tendrils curl, misty tendrils play
Blind alleys dream, forgotten tales of yesterday.
