Track Insight / Lyrics
Diesel clouds climb through needle crowns
Transformer hum blends with engine sounds
He pulls the air brake, kills the glow
Pine shadows stretch where headlights go
Under the pine line, wheels stop turning
Under the pine line, midnight burning
Telephone poles hold their copper choir
He sings the hymn of the tired wire
CB crackles with a trucker's handle
Static rides the guy-wire angle
Logbook open on the dash board light
Mile marker three-oh-two tonight
Thermos steam rises past the bunk curtain
Dawn paints the needles silver, uncertain
Altos hum in the rearview mirror
Half-remembered choir drawing nearer
Under the pine line, wheels stop turning
Under the pine line, midnight burning
Telephone poles hold their copper choir
He sings the hymn of the tired wire
No weigh station here, no DOT scale
Just sap and bark and the night's exhale
Guy wires sing in the morning breeze
He breathes the chord of the towering trees
GPS blinks but the atlas stays folded
Paper roads where the digital's halted
Engine catches, Jake brake sighs low
Pine line fades in the rear mirror glow
Under the pine line, wheels start turning
Under the pine line, dawn returning
Telephone poles hold their copper choir
He drives the hymn of the humming wire
Just him and the pines and the open road
Engine hums the final chord
