Track Insight / Lyrics
She packed a camera, light and small
Slipped through the station by the wall
A bus-cut ticket in her hand
She chased the coastline toward the sand
She found his old watch beneath her seat
Its cracked face ticking with weak heat
The hands had frozen, scars remained
A broken hour, a sweet old pain
She holds his watch beneath the dawn
Keeps turning though the hands are gone
Every mile the silver glass shows
Grandpa's time still runs and flows
She won't let midnight fade away
She carries both their ticks today
She wrote his name across a page
Then filmed the bus before it broke
The roadside shimmer, rust and grass
The afternoon went by so fast
She called the old house from a payphone
He held the line but not a tone
His laughter broke, then swept away
The watch remembered how they'd stay
A seaside diner caught the rain
She ordered coffee, cream, and pain
The broken watch sat warm in sight
A second hand beneath the light
She turned the dial, the crown gave way
A tiny spring came out to play
She laughed and fixed it with a pin
Like Grandpa let the lost come in
She holds his watch beneath the dawn
Keeps turning though the hands are gone
Every mile the silver glass shows
Grandpa's time still runs and flows
She won't let midnight fade away
She carries both their ticks today
The engine slowed beside the pier
She raised the camera, dried the tear
One frame of waves, one frame of sky
One empty seat where Grandpa'd sit nearby
She left the pier at half-past four
A stolen sunset from the floor
The watch was warm against her wrist
A tiny timepiece holding mist
She found a diner rolling pins
And traded silver for some tins
The woman said, "Your hands are skilled"
She mended time, then let it build
Back home, she didn't clear the hall
She left his chair beside the wall
The camera rested, lens uncapped
His broken watch across her lap
At night she wound it one last time
And heard the tiny gears climb
The second hand began to move
Like Grandpa walking from his grove
She holds his watch beneath the dawn
Keeps every tick though night is gone
Across the miles the silver glass grows
Grandpa's time still runs and flows
She won't let yesterdays stay gray
She carries both their ticks today
The road is long, the pictures scroll
She holds his hand and keeps the whole
The camera blinks, the sunrise glows
The silver glass remembers those
She winds the watch and walks outside
With Grandpa's time forever by her side
