Track Insight / Lyrics
Lamp oil stains my calloused hands
Dawn breaks slow on shifting sands
Thirty years I've trimmed the flame
Salt wind speaks my weathered name
Salt and neon, twin fires burn
One guides ships, one waits its turn
Coin drops cold in rusted tray
Light holds dark at bay, at bay
Booth shakes when the big rigs roll
Headlights paint the asphalt whole
Counting change in fluorescent glow
Midnight shifts move mighty slow
Salt and neon, twin fires burn
One guides ships, one waits its turn
Coin drops cold in rusted tray
Light holds dark at bay, at bay
Motel sign buzzes, cracked and red
Paper walls and iron bed
Dreamt of foghorns, deep and low
Woke to tires on gravel road
Salt and neon, twin fires burn
One guides ships, one waits its turn
Coin drops cold in rusted tray
Light holds dark at bay, at bay
No lamp to trim, no coin to take
Just two ghosts the night awake
Fiddle screams through window pane
Washing clean the salt and stain
Salt and neon, break the chain
Morning paints the harbor gold
Stories traded, bought and sold
Keep the light, I'll keep the gate
Different posts, same heavy weight
Salt and neon, twin fires burn
One guides ships, one waits its turn
Coin drops cold in rusted tray
Light holds dark at bay, at bay
Salt and neon, come what may
Fiddle fades on harbor wind
Two keepers, night begins to end
