Track Insight / Lyrics
Dust motes dance in fading light,
A chipped ceramic coffee white.
The pines stand guard, a silent row,
Watching time unravel, slow.
Old man Hemlock, boots worn thin,
Saw the watch stop, where the woods begin.
Gold case cracked, a fragile gleam,
Lost to the forest, a fading dream.
Each tick a memory, soft and low,
Of promises whispered, long ago.
A life measured out in numbered days,
Lost in the haze of bygone ways.
Ticking pines and weathered poles,
Holding stories for weary souls.
The watch hands frozen, a silver tear,
Time slips away, year after year.
He found it nestled 'midst the pine needles brown,
Beside the fence where the wires run down.
A soldier's timepiece, cold and still,
Lost on a journey, against his will.
Each tick a memory, soft and low,
Of promises whispered, long ago.
A life measured out in numbered days,
Lost in the haze of bygone ways.
Ticking pines and weathered poles,
Holding stories for weary souls.
The watch hands frozen, a silver tear,
Time slips away, year after year.
The glass is clouded, the spring unwound,
No second hand makes a turning sound.
A farmer's ghost, a lover's plea,
Trapped in the gears for eternity.
The telephone wires hum a lonely tune,
Underneath the harvest moon.
Each passing train, a mournful sigh,
As seasons change and shadows fly.
The watch remains, a silent plea,
To remember what used to be.
Ticking pines and weathered poles,
Holding stories for weary souls.
The watch hands frozen, a silver tear,
Time slips away, year after year.
Old man Hemlock sighs and pours the brew,
Another night, the same old view.
He polishes the glass with a gentle hand,
A forgotten treasure, in a lonely land.
Ticking pines and weathered poles,
Holding stories for weary souls.
The watch hands frozen, a silver tear,
Time slips away, year after year.
The forest whispers, soft and deep,
Secrets the old watch will forever keep.
Ticking… ticking… fades away,
Until the break of a brand new day.
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