Track Insight / Lyrics
Meter's off but engine's still running hot
Leica brass catches sunset's final shot
Passenger seat holds a box of chrome
ISO four hundred finding home
Twenty-four exposures sleeping in the cold
Pine needles counting stories left untold
Wires hum a lullaby above the shoulder
Roll twenty-four at dusk, growing older
Shutter blind since nineteen ninety-three
Trunk still smells of gasoline and tea
Lens cap tight against the spruce and pine
Waiting for a sign that's truly mine
Twenty-four exposures sleeping in the cold
Pine needles counting stories left untold
Wires hum a lullaby above the shoulder
Roll twenty-four at dusk, growing older
CB crackles with a dispatcher's grin
Aperture stuck where the light begins
Fare was twelve-fifty from the county line
Now the viewfinder shows only time
Kilometers fade like developer stains
Silver halide remembers pains
Each frame a mile, each mile a frame
No processing left to call a name
Just the click and the wind of the advance
A mechanical heartbeat, a second chance
Telephone poles march in crooked rows
Counting the distance nobody knows
Cross-processed dreams in a canister steel
Waiting for wheels to make it real
Twenty-four exposures sleeping in the cold
Pine needles counting stories left untold
Wires hum a lullaby above the shoulder
Roll twenty-four at dusk, growing older
Ignition turns but the battery's weak
Light seals crumble, the secrets they keep
One last fare to the developing tank
Before the emulsion goes blank
Twenty-four exposures waking from the cold
Pine needles counting stories finally told
Wires hum a lullaby above the shoulder
Roll twenty-four at dawn, no longer older
Meter drops, the fare is paid in full
Negative stripped, the image beautiful
Drive on, driver, the road knows the way
Twenty-four frames see the light of day
