Track Insight / Lyrics
You cast a line in peeling grey,
Where iron tracks have gone away.
The paint is flaking off the wall,
While heavy summer shadows fall.
Drift like a seed in the loam,
Find where the wild things call home.
Cast out your net in the rust,
Turn all your longing to dust.
You walk the floor of rotting pine,
Tracing a long and broken line.
Your boots are heavy with the clay,
Waiting for light to fade away.
Drift like a seed in the loam,
Find where the wild things call home.
Cast out your net in the rust,
Turn all your longing to dust.
The Taraxacum breaks the stone,
You stand out here and feel alone.
The station clock has lost its gear,
The winter chill is drawing near.
Drift like a seed in the loam,
Find where the wild things call home.
Cast out your net in the rust,
Turn all your longing to dust.
Your weathered hands are rough and brown,
The heavy anchor drags you down.
You watch the ivy climb the beam,
Slower than any waking dream.
Dig in the dirt for a sign,
Wrap your old soul in a vine.
The soil is rich and it's deep,
While the old railway goes to sleep.
A single leaf on salted ground,
The only truth that can be found.
You pull the twine and reel it in,
Where the old forest songs begin.
Drift like a seed in the loam,
Find where the wild things call home.
Cast out your net in the rust,
Turn all your longing to dust.
Rust and root, drift along.
Just a seed, just a song.
