You pour coffee at tree line
Pine needles kiss the humming wire
Your blue apron catches dawn light
Crows argue on the top wire
Telephone pines hum your name
Salt wind blows through copper veins
You serve pie to truckers lost
Where woods meet the county road
Fryer grease and pine sap mix
On your wrists where tattoo sleeps
Radio plays last night's game
Static climbs the pole line deep
Telephone pines hum your name
Salt wind blows through copper veins
You serve pie to truckers lost
Where woods meet the county road
Kettle screams like gulls at dusk
Steam rises through the spruce tops
Coin drops in the jar by pies
Change rattles where the lineman stops
Telephone pines hum your name
Salt wind blows through copper veins
You serve pie to truckers lost
Where woods meet the county road
Night shift ends at four a.m.
Keys cold in your calloused palm
Headlights cut through needle dark
Engine purrs a steady calm
Telephone pines hum your name
Salt wind blows through copper veins
You serve pie to truckers lost
Where woods meet the county road
Drive on drive on drive on home
Drive on through the telephone pines
