Track Insight / Lyrics
You trace the grain with bitten nails
Morning stretches pale and thin
Shutter snaps the empty rails
No passengers to let you in
Rocking chair hums a low blue tune
Morning light fills empty pools
Dock sits quiet, stripped of crews
Film winds tight in plastic spools
Bus ticket burns your denim pocket
Gulf breeze carries diesel scent
You frame the pier, you frame the socket
Where lanterns blinked and night retreated
Rocking chair hums a low blue tune
Morning light fills empty pools
Dock sits quiet, stripped of crews
Film winds tight in plastic spools
Negative strips dry on splintered rail
Silver traces of boarding calls
Gull cries write on clouds so pale
No footfalls sound through empty stalls
Shutter speed matches your breath
Horizon swallows engine roar
You own this quiet, this depth
No schedule owns you anymore
Viewfinder catches rising light
Paint peels gold on ticket booth
Horizon cuts the water tight
You pack the truth, you pack the proof
Rocking chair hums a low blue tune
Morning light fills empty pools
Dock sits quiet, stripped of crews
Film winds tight in plastic spools
Last frame catches chair in motion
Wood grain warm from night's embrace
Ferry dock holds no devotion
Just space, and light, and open space
Rocking chair hums a low blue tune
Morning light fills empty pools
Dock sits quiet, stripped of crews
Film winds tight in plastic spools
Dawn breaks clean on empty pools
Shutter clicks. You walk away.
