Track Insight / Lyrics
I sit on a tripod of rust
My lens is a circle of dust
I watch where the pine needles lay
And wait for the end of the day
I count every step on the road
I carry the distance, the load
Past telephone poles in a line
I watch as the gold stars align
The gravel it crunches and sings
The wind through the telephone rings
I see a lone traveler pass
Through a polished circle of glass
I count every step on the road
I carry the distance, the load
Past telephone poles in a line
I watch as the gold stars align
The forest is heavy and green
The sharpest perspective I've seen
I track every boot in the mud
The pulse of the highway, the blood
I count every step on the road
I carry the distance, the load
Past telephone poles in a line
I watch as the gold stars align
No one ever stops for a look
I'm a page in a forgotten book
But I see the wide open sky
With a steady and brassy old eye
The night shift is coming on strong
The shadows are stretching and long
I wait for the footsteps to fade
In the cool of the evergreen shade
I count every step on the road
I carry the distance, the load
Past telephone poles in a line
I watch as the gold stars align
Just a brass eye in the pine.
One more step, then a sign.
