Track Insight / Lyrics
I drive this route since eighty four
Counting miles and the open door
The salt air eats the fender chrome
Ten thousand fares to bring them home
That flashlight beam is cutting through
A steady white and kind of blue
It lingers on the coastal line
A lonely spark, a lucky sign
The watchman stands in heavy rain
He knows the rhythm of the lane
He sweeps the asphalt with a glow
While all the midnight rollers go
That flashlight beam is cutting through
A steady white and kind of blue
It lingers on the coastal line
A lonely spark, a lucky sign
He doesn't wave or say a word
The only sound the engine heard
A golden ring on black tar street
Where ocean wind and highway meet
That flashlight beam is cutting through
A steady white and kind of blue
It lingers on the coastal line
A lonely spark, a lucky sign
Old men say a light in the dark
Is just a way to leave a mark
I keep my eyes on the white line
And trust the way the lanterns shine
The overpass is cold and grey
It leads the weary far away
But that one light stays in its place
A steady hand, a quiet face
I shift the gear and feel the pull
The moon above is round and full
I'll pass his post a thousand times
While the diesel engine hums its rhymes
That flashlight beam is cutting through
A steady white and kind of blue
It lingers on the coastal line
A lonely spark, a lucky sign
Just a beam on the bridge.
Keep on rolling home.
