Track Insight / Lyrics
High-wire man, perched at the edge
Midnight radio sings his favorite pledge
The city whispers secrets in his ear
Of neon storms and hopes held dear
He swings to the rhythm of the night
A monarch of the electric light
His songs entwine with sparking lines
In this dance of wire and brine
In casino whispers and motel sighs
He finds his solace 'neath midnight skies
Where wires crisscross like veins on a hand
He finds his escape, across this neon land
Rosalita's jukebox plays his throng
A symphony of wires, city long
He weaves a tale in neon thread
A tapestry of life, in thrall to technetium
In the shadows of the service alley
He finds his moment to break free and be social
Amidst the hum of empty eateries
He strums his guitar with reckless energy
The city pulse, a soaring vine
Connecting all, yet leaving him divine
In this world of steel and wire
His songs are solace, his guitar his fire
He swings to the rhythm of the night
A monarch of the electric light
His songs entwine with sparking lines
In this dance of wire and brine
In casino whispers and motel sighs
He finds his solace 'neath midnight skies
Where wires crisscross like veins on a hand
He finds his escape, across this neon land
Like a spider in his wire domain
He weaves and wends, lost in the game
Beneath the city's dripping lights
Where shadows keep the day at night
Wires hum in the dark, neon winding slow
Neon souls, their spirits bright, souls aglow
He sings his lullaby to the wires in sleep
His melodies entwined, the city's heartbeat deep
In the neon darkness, he's at peace
Where ultraviolet dreams illuminate the concrete.
