Track Insight / Lyrics
3 a.m. surfaces of a roadside diner
Neon puddles, streets alive, lonely cyclists ride
Headlights cast a spectral glow on painted lines
Footsteps echo as I count the miles, the weary chimes
Solace in shared tables, company of faces
Coffee jolts, the eternal dance of the place
Where hearts are heavy, dreams are wild and free
In this stained concrete sanctuary, anonymity
I'm counting steps, city heartbeat pulsing through
Every floor I cross unmarked, yet I'm not lost, I'm free
In neon's electric pulse, I find my reprieve
A pilgrim's solitary path, where shadows come to breathe
From worn leather booths to playpens for restless youth
The diner's well-worn rhythms soothe my soul's truth
The sizzle of burgers, the clink of ice in glasses high
A symphony of late-night lives passing by
I'm counting steps, city heartbeat pulsing through
Every floor I cross unmarked, yet I'm not lost, I'm free
In neon's electric pulse, I find my reprieve
A pilgrim's solitary path, where shadows come to breathe
And when the neon signs flicker, I'll be counting still
Through the city's steel and stone, the journey's gentle thrill
Guided by the rhythm of my steps, I'll find my way
In the midnight heartbeat of the city's urban sway
Unseen, untethered, I move in transit's flow
The city's electric veins, a kaleidoscope
Every beat of pavement, an awakening call
An odyssey of solitude, in perpetual fall
And so I'll count, and so I'll stride
Through neon's spectrums, in this urban tide
Where the steps never stop, nor do the lights
In the constant, symphonic, endless nights.
