[Intro – spoken, dry, over Rhodes and a ticking arpeggio] Well. Got a gear in one hand, got a leaf in the other. Somebody's gotta hold the middle. Guess that's me. [Verse 1][Verse 2][Verse 3 – half-time feel, warmer] So this is the start, this is track one Coat's on, boots on, sun comin' round Every song after this is a spark I caught Between the gear and the ground If you're the kind who's a little of both Never quite the shop, never quite the yard Pull up a crate, there's coffee — it's bad — But the wire's warm and the welcome ain't hard [Chorus – full, brass and lap steel wide open] I'm the Cob Crosswire Where the cog meets the green Half a ledger, half a field And a whole lotta in-between Sparks fly up like fireflies On a Tuesday, in July I'm the Cob Crosswire Ain't nothin' fancy — just the guy [Outro – groove rides, vocals loosen, ad-libs] (Crosswire) Yeah, that's the name (Crosswire) Same as it ever was (Crosswire) Gear in one hand, leaf in the other Somebody's gotta hold the middle Guess that's me. Alright. Let's go to work. Merchant coat's got a pocket for the deals And a pocket for the ones I let go Base Kobb's got a shovel and a nod That means "yeah, I know, I know" Gear-world folks say, "Kid, pick a lane" Leaf-world folks say, "Son, slow down" I say, "Hm." I say, "Well." I say, "Could be." Then I plant a spark right in the ground [Pre-Chorus] Wires get crossed when you stand where I stand Sparks in the dark, and I don't mind the light Little bit of oil, little bit of sap on my hands Crosswire, crosswire, oughta be alright [Chorus] I'm the Cob Crosswire Where the cog meets the green Half a ledger, half a field And a whole lotta in-between Sparks fly up like fireflies On a Tuesday, in July I'm the Cob Crosswire Ain't nothin' fancy — just the guy [Bridge – stripped, clav and bass, backing "ooh"s creep in] They said the two won't ever run together Copper don't grow and corn don't turn But I wired up a stalk to a flywheel once Just to see what I could learn It hummed. It swayed. It kinda glowed. Six a.m. and the shop's still cold Coffee's got a rust ring in the pot Left side of the bench is bolts and brass Right side's a seedling in a coffee cup, doin' fine, more or less Merchant coat on the hook by the door Overalls got dirt that ain't gonna quit Two names on the mailbox, one guy inside Yep. That's about the size of it. [Pre-Chorus] Wires get crossed when you stand where I stand Sparks in the dark, and I don't mind the light Little bit of oil, little bit of sap on my hands Crosswire, crosswire, oughta be alright [Chorus] I'm the Cob Crosswire Where the cog meets the green Half a ledger, half a field And a whole lotta in-between Sparks fly up like fireflies On a Tuesday, in July I'm the Cob Crosswire Ain't nothin' fancy — just the guy
