Track Insight / Lyrics
Dust motes dance in fading light
A chipped enamel, holding tight
Empty benches, worn and gray
Another southbound train delayed
The clock ticks slow, a hollow beat
Reflecting stories on this street
Old photographs inside my head
Of waves and women, long since fled.
Salt and rust, a weathered hand
Ghosts of journeys, across the land
Waiting for a signal, lost at sea
Just a memory, holding me.
She sent a letter, years ago
Said she needed space to grow
I understood, the ocean's call
But this station feels like after all.
Salt and rust, a weathered hand
Ghosts of journeys, across the land
Waiting for a signal, lost at sea
Just a memory, holding me.
A young girl laughs, a fleeting sound
As pigeons circle round and round
She holds a flower, bright and bold
A future story, yet untold.
Salt and rust, a weathered hand
Ghosts of journeys, across the land
Waiting for a signal, lost at sea
Just a memory, holding me.
The rails still hum with distant freight
Carrying burdens, sealed by fate
Each passing car, a whispered plea
To break these chains and finally be free.
Salt and rust, a weathered hand
Ghosts of journeys, across the land
Waiting for a signal, lost at sea
Just a memory, holding me.
Salt and rust, a weathered hand
Ghosts of journeys, across the land
The distant whistle, starts to gleam
A fading echo, in a dream.
Peeling paint and fading grace
Another empty, lonely place
The train is coming, slow and low
Where it's going, I don't know.
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