Day Matter (Pink Sand)

Ball of twine unwinds
and leads a train through the rain up the tracks
Weather changes, there’s no going back
Burlap sacks over shoulders
The road’s louder in the morning when it’s colder
Silent, the rolling when it’s colder

I silently sleep with the sunset

You don’t come in the pink sand
Only you get it at all
You don’t come in the pink sand
Only you feel it at all
You don’t come in the pink sand
I do
Yeah

Drop of rain constrains
it fights the night seeking light for a friend
Weathered changes, and been past the end
Throwing salt over shoulders
The road’s louder in the morning when it’s colder
Quiet, the rolling when it’s colder

I silently sleep through the sunset

They wonder about the time spent underground
A place where sound found its way
How much of this matters at the end of the day