Static hums on channel three at dawn
Morning light spills gold across the lawn
Muted trumpet bleeds from room nine's door
Veranda boards creak under boot and floor
Frequencies align like hymnal lines
Breath held steady between the signs
Signal clean through the pinon pine
Every note a rope that binds
Santa Fe static calls me home
Where double bass and trumpet roam
Rhodes piano drips like morning dew
Every frequency returns to you
Logbook pages yellow at the edge
Midnight voices caught in vinyl pledge
Altos hum beneath the mesa's shade
Harmonies that distance never frayed
Frequencies align like hymnal lines
Breath held steady between the signs
Signal clean through the pinon pine
Every note a rope that binds
Santa Fe static calls me home
Where double bass and trumpet roam
Rhodes piano drips like morning dew
Every frequency returns to you
Headphones warm against the cooling air
Dusty samples rise like spoken prayer
Unquantized swing in boots and jeans
Cleanest signal this machine has seen
Storm cleared out at three AM
Left the waves calm as a diaphragm
No interference left to trace
Just your voice in this quiet place
Santa Fe static calls me home
Where double bass and trumpet
