Track Insight / Lyrics
Midnight ferry, steel deck, pine scent thick
Old cabbie's voice on the radio, quick
Meter's running, son, whether you roam or stay
You grip the rail, watch the poles sway
You step aboard at midnight, boots on steel
The meter reads a fare you cannot feel
Pine forest looms, a dark and jagged wall
Telephone poles march past, waiting for your call
You trace the pine line where the wires hum
Night tide pulls the ferry, engines drum
Poles stand like sentinels in foggy gleam
You count the knots in every weathered seam
You splice the rope, your hands know every knot
The harbor lights blur in a sodium blot
Old driver says the road don't care who drives
You watch the treeline where the current dives
You trace the pine line where the wires hum
Night tide pulls the ferry, engines drum
Poles stand like sentinels in foggy gleam
You count the knots in every weathered seam
Salt crust forms on cuffs and collar bone
The pedal steel cries out a lonesome tone
You murmur proverbs to the sleeping pines
Every fare ends where the next begins
You trace the pine line where the wires hum
Night tide pulls the ferry, engines drum
Poles stand like sentinels in foggy gleam
You count the knots in every weathered seam
Fog lifts slow, the dawn paints gold on wire
Your shift ends but the forest still conspires
No meter running, no destination set
Just you and the pines and the silhouette
You tie the last line, coils neat and tight
The ferry slips to dock in morning light
Taxi driver's wisdom rides the tide
Home ain't a place, it's the turn you decide
You trace the pine line where the wires hum
Night tide pulls the ferry, engines drum
Poles stand like sentinels in foggy gleam
You count the knots in every weathered seam
Pine line fades, but the hum stays
You drive the night in quiet ways
