Track Insight / Lyrics
You slide in vinyl, chrome leans close
The spokes still hum from gravel roads
Fluorescent flicker paints your ghost
Black coffee, cherry pie, you chose
The waitress pours without a word
The bicycle hums beneath your boots
A hymn you sang in Sunday suits
Spoke light cuts the diner smoke
Warmth returns to fingers broke
You're finally breathing, come what may
Napkin doodles, altar calls
Folded tight in bathroom stalls
The waitress refills, doesn't ask
You taste the sugar, taste the past
Harmonica bleeds from kitchen radio
Harmonica bleeds from kitchen radio
Static mixes with the diesel glow
You hum the descant, soft and slow
The bicycle keeps time below
Choir director's voice lets go
The bicycle hums beneath your boots
A hymn you sang in Sunday suits
Spoke light cuts the diner smoke
Warmth returns to fingers broke
You're finally breathing, come what may
No more altar, no more pew
Just chrome and vinyl, me and you
The tension breaks like morning bread
Relief floods where the dread once led
Dawn cracks open through the blinds
Dawn cracks open through the blinds
The bicycle no longer winds
You leave a tip, you leave the past
The humming fades, the die is cast
Spoke light follows where you go
The bicycle hums beneath your boots
A hymn you sang in Sunday suits
Spoke light cuts the diner smoke
Warmth returns to fingers broke
You're finally breathing, come what may
The hymn stays in the chrome
Spoke light guides you home
