Track Insight / Lyrics
You pedal past the storm-wracked pines
Telephone poles stand like old lamp lines
Your tires hum on wet gravel track
The lighthouse beam is at your back
Rain stops falling, sky turns pale
Wind dies down, a quiet veil
You watch the wires shake and sway
Night retreats before the day
Telegraph pines, you hold the line
Steady wheels on the forest sign
No storm can break this calm you keep
The dark retreats, the shadows sleep
Salt crust flakes from your wool coat
The sea withdraws its heavy throat
Each pole a sentinel, stark and tall
You ride the edge, you hear the call
Rain stops falling, sky turns pale
Wind dies down, a quiet veil
You watch the wires shake and sway
Night retreats before the day
Telegraph pines, you hold the line
Steady wheels on the forest sign
No storm can break this calm you keep
The dark retreats, the shadows sleep
Fog lifts slow from the pine crown
Your breath makes clouds, a silent sound
The generator hums below
A steady pulse you've come to know
Old lamp logic guides your way
No need for words, no need to say
The forest listens, poles stand guard
You are the watch, the ride, the yard
Telegraph pines, you hold the line
Steady wheels on the forest sign
No storm can break this calm you keep
The dark retreats, the shadows sleep
Dawn paints gold on the wire tops
The ride ends where the pavement stops
You park the bike, the watch is done
The lighthouse flashes, morning sun
Telegraph pines, you hold the line
Steady wheels on the forest sign
No storm can break this calm you keep
The dark retreats, the shadows sleep
You ride the line where pines meet wire
Salt air still clings to your gear
