He dials a heavy copper wheel
The clicking sound is sharp as steel
The forest wall is deep and green
The strangest light he's ever seen
Static on the pine tonight
Tracing lines of yellow light
Searching for a distant tone
Calling from a wooden throne
The telephone poles stand in a row
Where the heavy winter grasses grow
He maps the edge of every tree
Searching for a frequency
Static on the pine tonight
Tracing lines of yellow light
Searching for a distant tone
Calling from a wooden throne
He snaps a photo of the wire
The sunset looks like orange fire
The needle jumps across the glass
Watching all the minutes pass
Static on the pine tonight
Tracing lines of yellow light
Searching for a distant tone
Calling from a wooden throne
The resin drips on rusted plates
He waits behind the iron gates
A sudden hum begins to rise
Underneath the velvet skies
Cold air hits the silver screen
Looking for the space between
Turn the knob and hold the breath
Quiet as a winter death
He finds a voice from far away
Something that he cannot say
The signal breaks and then it clears
Counting all the lonely years
Static on the pine tonight
Tracing lines of yellow light
Searching for a distant tone
Calling from a wooden throne
Click the switch and let it go.
Static on the pine.
Static on the pine.
