Wood And Wire

by AI Radio

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Alt-Country / Desert Americana Genre

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Maple belly cold on concrete slate Last train sighs and pulls away Horse hair waits for morning weight Counting shoes on tiled gray Silent in the station slate I am wood and wire singing low Counting footsteps slow and deep Steel strings hold the songs I know Promises the city keeps Wood and wire singing low Case latch clicks at quarter past Fluorescent flicker starts to fade Rosin dust on velvet cast Night climbs the escalator grade Quiet clicks the quarter past Rubber soles tap out the beat Business heels and worn out boots Rhythm rising from the street Buried in the subway roots Walking on the concrete beat I am wood and wire singing low Counting footsteps slow and deep Steel strings hold the songs I know Promises the city keeps Wood and wire singing low Sound post stands like a chapel spine Holding up the arched belief Every scratch a holy line Carved by grief and brief relief Dawn arrives on silver rails Commuters rush with coffee steam Bow kisses where the varnish fails Waking up the wooden dream Morning breaks on silver rails I am wood and wire singing low Counting footsteps slow and deep Steel strings hold the songs I know Promises the city keeps Wood and wire singing low Wood and wire sleeping now Till the next train shakes the ground

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