Crabgrass chokes the coil I buried deep
Dandelion roots disturb my sleep
Logbook open to a faded page
Salt stained fingers turn the yellowed age
Weeds and wire sing the same old song
Where the sector light used to belong
Static bursts and chlorophyll green
Cleanest signal that I've ever seen
Soldering iron cools on wooden bench
Morning glory climbs the antenna trench
Headset presses tight against my ear
Backyard jungle is the only clear
Weeds and wire sing the same old song
Where the sector light used to belong
Static bursts and chlorophyll green
Cleanest signal that I've ever seen
No more sweeping beam across the black
Just chickweed pushing through the weathered shack
Morse key silent in the drawer below
Wind reads code that only weeds can know
Storm glass falling on the window pane
Different pressure different kind of rain
But the rhythm holds a steady time
Like a bell buoy's slow and patient chime
Weeds and wire sing the same old song
Where the sector light used to belong
Static bursts and chlorophyll green
Cleanest signal that I've ever seen
Oilskin hanging by the workshop door
Don't need it for the spray not anymore
But I still scan the horizon line
Tuning in the grass and pine
Foxglove nods beside the ground rod base
Time moves slow in this quiet place
No log entry for the passing tide
Just the green wave rolling deep and wide
Weeds and wire sing the same old song
Where the sector light used to belong
Static bursts and chlorophyll green
Cleanest signal that I've ever seen
Weeds and wire steady and true
This old keeper's watching over you
Frequency holds steady and clear
Keeper's watch ends another year
