Track Insight / Lyrics
Coffee steam rises, grease on the grill
You walk in with your case, time to kill
The rail yard yawns, a beast of steel
Your tuning fork sings, sharp and real
You turn the pins, the fog lifts slow
Steel strings catch the lantern's glow
Each hammer falls, a spark takes flight
The rail yard wakes in silver light
Fog clings low to the switchyard tracks
You lift the lid, no turning back
White keys wait like teeth in a grin
You strike a note, the dark wears thin
You turn the pins, the fog lifts slow
Steel strings catch the lantern's glow
Each hammer falls, a spark takes flight
The rail yard wakes in silver light
Morning creeps, but the night holds on
Your lamp paints gold on the fogged dawn
Each string you tune throws a line of fire
The rails catch the gleam, wire by wire
You turn the pins, the fog lifts slow
Steel strings catch the lantern's glow
Each hammer falls, a spark takes flight
The rail yard wakes in silver light
Regulars laugh, "He's tuning the trains!"
You wipe your brow, ignore the stains
A minor third, a major chord
The yard shudders, beauty stored
No diner noise, no clatter of plates
Just you and the iron, sealing fates
A single note hangs, pure and true
The rail yard breathes, reflected blue
Shift ends, you pack your tools away
The fog burns off, it's a brand new day
But the resonance lingers in the rail
A perfect pitch that will not fail
You turn the pins, the fog lifts slow
Steel strings catch the lantern's glow
Each hammer falls, a spark takes flight
The rail yard wakes in silver light
Last chord fades, the fog lifts clean
You tune the night, a golden scene
