Track Insight / Lyrics
Rust hinges breathe when the wind slips through
Moths circle one broken pane
Crickets tune beyond the grain
Old boards loosen, creak, and cue
I am the barn door standing ajar
Millet hangs beneath the latch
Silk scraps tremble with each draft
Old horseshoe marks one crooked scar
A milk pail taps the evening star
And sparrows stir the dusty thatch
Rain rests in my lower seam
Mornings gather, one drop at a time
A spider strings my southern side
With silver loops that catch the gleam
The lantern moth circles my beam
While settle boards expand and climb
I am the barn door open wide
Crickets are tuning on my side
Through chinks of amber, notes divide
One clears its throat, then four collide
I hold the dark from edge to ridge
And keep their small song under my ledge
Apples line the eastern wall
Cider drips where peaches used to sit
Blue bottle hums beneath the pit
A boot heel taps an answering call
The kettle breathes, a foggy shawl
And settles into copper feet
Ferry shoes beneath the sill
Recall each Saturday procession
Across my grain, without confession
A bagpipe cough outlives the hill
A brass buckle clicks, then rests, then fills
With footsteps keeping time and diction
Now all the hinges begin to ring
Thin reeds comb a rising chorus
Distant fields grow bright before us
The night holds one unfinished thing
Then every cricket lifts a string
And I stand wide to pour it o'er us
By twelve, the moon cools every latch
Feathers cross the loft below
A mouse taps out a private code
The hay perfumes the upper hatch
A fiddle case unlatches
While one green bud begins to glow
I am the barn door open wide
Crickets are tuning on my side
Through chinks of amber, notes divide
One clears its throat, then four collide
I hold the dark from edge to ridge
And keep their small song under my ledge
I am the barn door standing wide
Crickets are tuning on my side
As starlight braids the notes they divide
One lifts its song, then four collide
I hold the night from gate to ridge
Now every small note finds my ledge
Rust hinges rest beneath the blue
Moths depart from windowpanes
The field releases one last strain
I breathe the dark, then breathe it through
