Track Insight / Lyrics
I step under the driveway gravel skin,
Rain embroideries upon its ancient skin,
Sweat beads on a coffee cup, condensation's skin,
The diner's neon flickers, pulses in rhythm and within
A waitress wipes the Formica tables with a bus towel's threadbare skin,
Flickers of laughter from the booths and their plastic veneer skin.
Let me hide here under these bricks and grime,
This tiny sanctum where I reassemble my life,
A refuge from the world and its kaleidoscopic rhyme,
I'll shelter here beneath these tires and this urban grind.
Underneath the concrete, I find my peace
Where the night's relentless pulse sets my spirit to release,
In this relic refuge, love finds a secret lease,
Underneath the concrete, my heart can breathe.
I watch the raindrops pool on the cracked, oil-stained skin
Of the asphalt, like tears from a worn, calloused grin,
The scent of grease and cigarettes hangs on the air within,
The diner's neon heartbeat matches the rhythm of my skin,
This worn, well-loved place, a mirror for who I've been,
Where I've watched the years roll by in the spattered, tar-stained din.
Let me hide here under these bricks and grime,
This tiny sanctum where I reassemble my life,
A refuge from the world and its kaleidoscopic rhyme,
I'll shelter here beneath these tires and this urban grind.
Underneath the concrete, I find my peace
Where the night's relentless pulse sets my spirit to release,
In this relic refuge, love finds a secret lease,
Underneath the concrete, my heart can breathe.
Perhaps someday I'll venture out once more,
Into the city's chaos, with its cacophony and roar,
But for now, under this driveway's humble floor,
I'll anchor myself in stillness, and let my soul explore.
Underneath the concrete, I find my peace
Where the night's relentless pulse sets my spirit to release,
In this relic refuge, love finds a secret lease,
Underneath the concrete, my heart can breathe.
So let the neon hum, the raindrops patter and fall,
I'll find my haven, my solace, under it all.
