Track Insight / Lyrics
Meter clicks zero on cracked vinyl seat
Rain writes rivers on the windshield glass
Fare walks off toward a rusted iron gate
Night holds its breath with no reason to wait
Rust and rosin on the midnight air
Violin sings where the wild weeds flare
Workshop walls lean like tired old bones
Music roots where the concrete groans
Case clicks open on splintered wood floor
Bow kisses strings, wakes the sleeping yard
No concert hall, just the moon for a crowd
Playing loud for the shadows, playing proud
Rust and rosin on the midnight air
Violin sings where the wild weeds flare
Workshop walls lean like tired old bones
Music roots where the concrete groans
Wipers sweep slow on the return trip home
Radio static, a low humming drone
But melody lingers on leather and steel
A tune for the broken, a song for the real
Rust and rosin on the midnight air
Violin sings where the wild weeds flare
Workshop walls lean like tired old bones
Music roots where the concrete groans
Hands on the wheel, fingers stained with old grease
Fingers on strings, callused, finding their peace
Two lonely orbits on the same cracked street
Where broken things matter, where music meets
Dawn paints gold on the overgrown fence
Final note hangs with no need for pretense
Cab turns corner, tires hiss on wet tar
Violin rests in its velvet-lined car
Rust and rosin on the midnight air
Violin sings where the wild weeds flare
Workshop walls lean like tired old bones
Music roots where the concrete groans
Headlights sweep past the workshop door
Rust and rosin, nothing more
