Scanning through the midnight haze
Tuning in a copper maze
Digging deep in sandy grit
Where the heavy metals sit
The signal climbs a jagged wall
Wait for the heavy drop to fall
One last spark before the end
Around the concrete river bend
Hold the line in the parking lot
Give it every single shot
Rooted in the oil and glare
Electric hum inside the air
Monarda blooms in salted clay
Tracing where the currents stray
Dialing codes in rhythmic beats
Counting lines on empty streets
The signal climbs a jagged wall
Wait for the heavy drop to fall
One last spark before the end
Around the concrete river bend
Hold the line in the parking lot
Give it every single shot
Rooted in the oil and glare
Electric hum inside the air
Patience grows in potting soil
Underneath the engine oil
Lupinus reaches for the wire
Feeding on a hidden fire
Sift the loam and clear the screen
Search for something sharp and clean
From the dirt to the open sky
Watch the glowing pulses fly
Hold the line in the parking lot
Give it every single shot
Rooted in the oil and glare
Electric hum inside the air
Searing white on the asphalt floor
Knocking on a locked-up door
Latin names for the wild weed
Planting every sonic seed
Hold the line in the parking lot
Give it every single shot
Rooted in the oil and glare
Electric hum inside the air
Static Root Sift the loam Static Root
Going home