Track Insight / Lyrics
Morning cracks the pavement glass
Taxi rests, the shift has passed
I know the weight of nylon nets
The brine that etches wrist regrets
This attic window frames the bay
Where gulls cry loud at break of day
My meter stopped hours ago
He casts no line from wooden sill
Just watches water, calm and still
The sun pays fare in golden coin
He counts the light, not where he's been
No passenger asks where to go
My cab smelled diesel, fish, and rain
He smells of pine and salted gain
I drove the grid, he reads the sky
Two veterans of different lie
The road and tide both demand dues
He casts no line from wooden sill
Just watches water, calm and still
The sun pays fare in golden coin
He counts the light, not where he's been
No passenger asks where to go
His hands are maps of rope and knife
Mine steer through chaos, noise, and strife
He waits for tug, I waited flags
Different gods, same weathered rags
Rest comes hard when motion's due
He casts no line from wooden sill
Just watches water, calm and still
The sun pays fare in golden coin
He counts the light, not where he's been
No passenger asks where to go
The attic holds no dispatcher's voice
Just timber beams and quiet choice
No radio squawks next pickup near
Just waves he's chased for sixty year
The tide don't wait for no man's clock
Bridge tolls six, the city wakes
His eyes grow bright, his body shakes
Not from cold but something caught
A memory the dawn has brought
One last run before the dark
He rises slow, joints popping loud
Like taxi doors beneath a cloud
Walks downstairs to harbor stone
Where his old boat rocks all alone
Engine coughs to life once more
He casts his line from wooden deck
No attic window, no regret
The sun pays fare in golden coin
He claims the catch he's always known
The only passenger is hope
Engine fades to morning hush
Two old salts in morning blush
