Track Insight / Lyrics
Mara counts the ticket stubs beneath her boots
One bus folds round the corner, rattles loose
She tapes a sunburn map across the door
Four hundred miles still creak beneath the floor
The dashboard clocks the towns that hurry past
While gravel snaps beneath a borrowed last
The crickets tune behind the weathered barn
A thousand tiny notes beneath the dark
She grips the camera, waits until the spark
Then races with the locusts, wheel and turn
The morning opens where the highway bends
And every window catches what she sends
At dawn she finds a farmer pumping chrome
A milk can knocks a rhythm down the road
She catches dew balanced on a steel-blue gate
Then leans beyond a farmhouse slated for eight
A church bell clicks, a red-wing circles wide
While shutter clicks announce the turning tide
The crickets tune behind the weathered barn
A thousand tiny notes beneath the dark
She grips the camera, waits until the spark
Then races with the locusts, wheel and turn
The morning opens where the highway bends
And every window catches what she sends
She tapes a voice memo under a bridge
The breeze repeats each syllable she'll have signed
A paper map slips underneath the dash
A compass points where snapshots flash and pass
The sun climbs pale above an interstate
And hums a restless tune against the slate
The crickets tune behind the weathered barn
A thousand tiny notes beneath the dark
She grips the camera, waits until the spark
Then races with the locusts, wheel and turn
The morning opens where the highway bends
And every window catches what she sends
By noon the old truck sputters, needs a hand
She pushes through a market, paint in hand
A boy on bicycles directs her lane
While tuning forks tap softly through the rain
The final bus departs beyond the trees
And crickets keep their chorus in the breeze
The crickets tuned behind the weathered barn
A billion bright notes ringing through the dark
Mara lifts the camera, frame by frame, each spark
She raced with all the locusts, wheel and turn
The morning broke where dusty rivers bend
And every window opened what she'll send
