Midnight's Fossil Whistle

[Verse 1]
The iron vein runs silent through the town,
But every midnight, a ghost sound settles down.
A whistle, sharp and primal, tears the fog,
A memory carved deeper than any log.
It scrapes the strata of the sleeping mind,
A long-lost journey, leaving hope behind.

[Chorus]
That hollow ache, a tremor in the earth,
A fossil song of what we once were worth.
It cuts the night, a wound that won't quite mend,
A roots-deep whisper, on the wind.

[Verse 2]
Old timers say the ground still holds the hum,
Of freight cars rolling, before silence had become
A sedimentary layer, thick and cold and deep.
The timber roots remember, while the townspeople sleep.
Stories of departure, bravely told and etched in stone,
For all the wanderers who found their way back home.

[Bridge]
We stand on splintered pilings, where the tide
Erodes the rock, where ancient secrets hide.
That sound, it doesn't leave, it just reforms,
A deep-wrought echo through the rising storms.

[Outro]
The whistle fades, but its strata remain,
A pulse in the darkness, calling out my name.