[Verse 1]
Pull off on the shoulder
Wet gravel on my boots
Grey sky over Michigan
Clouds tangled in the spruce
Abandoned red brick factory
Vines crawling through the glass
I lift my Nikon to my eye
Freeze the future in the past
[Chorus]
This is how I say it
Through my Nikon eyes
Old walls
Wild waves
Open northern skies
From Detroit smoke
To Superior’s silver line
I’m chasing storms and quiet ghosts
One frame at a time (yeah)
[Verse 2]
Empty school in Saginaw
Lockers rusting in the hall
Sun cuts through a broken pane
Dust drifting like snowfall
Thunderheads in the distance
Static in my chest
I follow that dark horizon
Where the wild light does its best
[Chorus]
This is how I say it
Through my Nikon eyes
Old walls
Wild waves
Open northern skies
From Detroit smoke
To Superior’s silver line
I’m chasing storms and quiet ghosts
One frame at a time (oh-oh)
[Bridge]
M-28 at midnight
Tripod on the shore
Waves slam the basalt
I still want more
Upper Peninsula heartbeat
In every shutter sound
I’m just a wandering witness
Till the world calms down
[Chorus]
This is how I say it
Through my Nikon eyes
Old walls
Wild waves
Open northern skies
From backroad ruins
To the aurora drawing lines
I’m chasing storms and quiet ghosts
One frame at a time
Yeah
I’m chasing storms and quiet ghosts
One frame at a time