Liquid River Through the Pines

[Verse 1] Midnight train on a digital track Fiddle on the breeze, no turning back Sub-bass rumbling deep in the clay Sifting the gravel as we ride away Banjo picking at the speed of sound Drums keep rolling, shaking the ground [Chorus] Oh, liquid river, flow through the pines Break the rhythm, cross the state lines High lonesome vocal in a synthesizer sky Watch the neon sparks fly In the blue ridge of the mind [Verse 2] Mandolin chopping on the off-beat groove Ghost in the wires making us move Copperhead road in a liquid gold haze Lost in the forest of a thousand delays Fast fingers flying over wooden frets A digital sun that never quite sets [Chorus] Oh, liquid river, flow through the pines Break the rhythm, cross the state lines High lonesome vocal in a synthesizer sky Watch the neon sparks fly In the blue ridge of the mind [Outro] Fiddle fading in the sub-bass deep Washing over secrets that the mountains keep Banjo rolling out of sight Into the electric night [End]