Crane hub still owes me a goodbye

People ask where haul country comes from like it's a brand. It comes from a crane hub that waved once and never again — Lagrange light on wet metal, a kid learning that goodbye can be a schedule.

I don't lecture about it. I drive the line. If a song sounds like leaving, that's because leaving is the job. If it sounds like staying, that's the part that still surprises me.

Play Lagrange Goodbye if you've got a berth that remembers your name. Or don't. The corridor's loud enough without me.