Andrade Line

[Verse 1]
I'm concrete poured in thirty-two, east of Andrade.
The last Tuesday in August, 'fore the sky went gray.
I've felt your father's shadow, I've seen your beat-up boots.
Felt the cool of my concrete seeping into your roots.

[Chorus]
And the dust don't rise for a man who stands that still,
'Til he throws his work gloves to the current with a new kind of will.
The whole valley's quiet, just the hum of a high-tension line.
A man's whole life is turning on the Andrade Line.

[Verse 2]
I held the moon shattered on my back when your grief was a flood.
I've seen you stare into my water, thick as canal mud.
For twenty years you opened up the headgate, let me run.
Tonight you're closing something else beneath the coming sun.

[Chorus]
And the dust don't rise for a man who stands that still,
'Til he throws his work gloves to the current with a new kind of will.
The whole valley's quiet, just the hum of a high-tension line.
A man's whole life is turning on the Andrade Line.

[Bridge]
The air tastes like diesel from a passing border rig.
"'Andale, mi amor,' he said, 'I'm cashing in the gig.'"
To the ghost of the creosote, to the space she used to fill.

[Chorus]
And the dust gets to rising for a man who won't stand still!
Yeah, he threw those gloves to the current with a brand new kind of will!
And the sun bleeds gold, and it sings on the high-tension line!
Yeah, a man's whole life is starting on the Andrade Line.

[Outro]
Starting now...
on the Andrade Line.