Lyrics
(Verse 1) In the heart of Wyoming, a wire cowboy rides, Boots of leather, soles of grit, where darkness abides. Cody Night, his name etched in sparks and wire, A lone electrician, fueled by the night’s fire.
(Pre-Chorus) While the world dances in neon-lit delight, He’s rewiring dreams, stitching circuits tight. The boys raise a toast, whiskey glasses gleam, But Cody walks on, chasing a different dream.
(Chorus) 'Neath the stars of Wyoming, he’s the silent spark, Guiding lost ships through the prairie dark. His boots, scuffed and worn, whisper tales untold, Toe caps kissed by sparks, laces frayed and bold.
(Verse 2) Toe caps scuffed, kissed by sparks in the dim, They’ve danced with live wires, a dangerous hymn. Laces frayed, like the fringes of Wyoming’s plains, Tied tight against the wind, against life’s strains.
Heel counters worn, shaped by ladder’s embrace, Ascending to rooftops, chasing constellations in space. Insoles molded to the curves of his tireless feet, As if the very ground cradled his midnight beat.
(Pre-Chorus) While the world dances in neon-lit delight, He’s rewiring dreams, stitching circuits tight. The boys raise a toast, whiskey glasses gleam, But Cody walks on, chasing a different dream.
(Chorus) 'Neath t
(Pre-Chorus) While the world dances in neon-lit delight, He’s rewiring dreams, stitching circuits tight. The boys raise a toast, whiskey glasses gleam, But Cody walks on, chasing a different dream.
(Chorus) 'Neath the stars of Wyoming, he’s the silent spark, Guiding lost ships through the prairie dark. His boots, scuffed and worn, whisper tales untold, Toe caps kissed by sparks, laces frayed and bold.
(Bridge) At home, the worn armchair awaits his tired frame, A cup of black coffee, a flickering flame. Blueprints sprawled, like constellations on the floor, He sketches circuits, dreams of currents that soar.
His dog, a faithful companion, by the fireplace, Listens to the hum of transformers, finds solace. Dim lamplight, casting shadows on the walls, As Cody unwinds, repairs life’s electrical falls.
(Chorus) 'Neath the stars of Wyoming, he’s the silent spark, Guiding lost ships through the prairie dark. His boots, scuffed and worn, whisper tales untold, Toe caps kissed by sparks, laces frayed and bold.
(Outro) In the heart of Wyoming, a wire cowboy rides, Cody Night, the shadow hero, where the night abides.
