Track Insight / Lyrics
Night pulls up like a fare at the curb
Meter running on a storm he won't serve
Wood remembers every hand that held on
Now the joints cry out when the wind comes strong
Paint peeled back like a receipt left in rain
White turned gray on the grain and the stain
Rockers don't move but the storm don't care
Each clap of thunder rocks the empty air
Rust on the rocker, rain on the tin
Slow dance of iron, let the sky begin
Nobody sits here, nobody stays
Just the storm and the chair in their quiet ways
Driver knows the routes that the water takes
Down the grain where the rot awakes
Seen a hundred porches fall to time
Each one pays the same toll in rhyme
Rust on the rocker, rain on the tin
Slow dance of iron, let the sky begin
Nobody sits here, nobody stays
Just the storm and the chair in their quiet ways
Lightning writes its name on the splintered back
Thunder pays the fare for the final crack
Two old souls in a downpour truce
Waiting out the night with nothing to lose
Morning finds the slats a shade more red
Dew drips slow where the storm cloud bled
Chair keeps rocking on a shadow's command
Best seat in the house for the rust's slow hand
Taxi pulls away from the wooden stage
Meter off for the final wage
Porch holds the storm in its iron embrace
Rust writes the story time can't erase
Rust on the rocker, rain on the tin
Slow dance of iron, let the sky begin
Nobody sits here, nobody stays
Just the storm and the chair in their quiet ways
Rust on the rocker, rain on the tin
Rust writes the story on the rocker's skin
Rain falls soft where the storm has been
