To an Old Car, Lost in a Photo

Original Prose that inspired these Lyrics found HERE - releasing on Spotify in January 2026

It sat so long

that the stories faded out

transformed to fiction,

dissolved into doubt.

Holding no promises,

just a shape within the yard,

Except to the walls,

always standing guard.

Yeah, the walls paid attention,

they listened so well

Giving ev'ry last brick

to the tale it tried to tell.

Then the rust set in,

and it went a bit mad

kept the spiders company

They were the only friends it had.

It roared with laughter

that nobody heard

So much hilarity,

Yeah, it was absurd.

To the world, it was silent,

Rusted and alone

But inside the metal,

it howled to the bone.

It drove through cornfields,

chasing the line,

Engine like thunder,

stealing from time.

It thought it was flying,

weightless and clear,

But the road was ending,

and no one steered,

Despite its pleas, despite its fear

There was no one left to hear.

Then the rust set in,

and it went a bit mad

kept the spiders company

They were the only friends it had.

It roared with laughter

that nobody heard

So much hilarity,

Yeah, it was absurd.

To the world, it was silent,

Rusted and alone

But inside the metal,

it howled to the bone.

The ravens circle

This haunted ground

The truth is sadder,

if truth is to be found.

Mem’ries don’t live in rust,

or in the chrome

They hold fast, and they hold tight,

Inside a photo, they call home.

Left to torn pages,

made real by the view

Whole by the tales

told by me and by you.

Yeah, the machine is just quiet,

so desolate and deep

and it sings softly

It sings itself to sleep.

Yeah

the machine is just quiet,

so desolate and deep.

That it sings softly

It sings itself to sleep.