Track Insight / Lyrics
Grey husks of old Florida lights
Deserted gas pumps of your forgotten nights
A lonely highway stretches
Under neon Nikki's pulpit.
And there you are, stranger stumble deep
Lonesome pilgrim, chased by your wreath
Rusty oil cans, empty bottles scatter
Lost your way in Gaulding's hollow matter.
Gas fumes cling, a chinese hangman's noose
A sweating jug of Cane Vodka juice
In the chill of dawn's unrelenting hum
Spare change stashed inside a Save-A-Lot drum.
And there you are, stranger stumble deep
Lonesome pilgrim, chased by your wreath
Rusty oil cans, empty bottles scatter
Lost your way in Gaulding's hollow matter.
Dreaming of trout streams back home, New York's mist
'68 Dodge Charger, chrome wheels, wheelspin, rust
Now a reinforced table for truckers to eat
A cigarette resting on a greasy plate's seat.
And there you are, stranger stumble deep
Lonesome pilgrim, chased by your wreath
Rusty oil cans, empty bottles scatter
Lost your way in Gaulding's hollow matter.
Onyx hubcaps, a parking lot shrine
To the trucks that once crawled in like thin vines
Their stories stacked like firewood, now just debris
Abandoned icons of a transient's ease.
Beneath the freeway, danger lurking like rats
Coupons tacked to a rusted Coke crimped flat
A lone Buc-ee's star, the whole world a map
A million miles from where love and loss went snap.
And there you are, stranger stumble deep
Lonesome pilgrim, chased by your wreath
Rusty oil cans, empty bottles scatter
Lost your way in Gaulding's hollow matter.
In the pause, a moment of blue sky
As your fire leaves this parking lot dry
You get back in, peel out of the night
And Gaulding vanishes into your rearview light.
