Track Insight / Lyrics
Two wheels cutting through the wet grey street,
Riding where the cold and the concrete meet.
Steel frame humming like a low bass line,
Crossing through the city on a jagged spine.
Down in the basement where the horns blow loud,
Hiding from the wind and the midnight crowd.
Deep in the pocket where the rhythm swings,
Listen to the way that the metal sings.
Puddles like a mirror on the Michigan Way,
Black as the coffee at the break of day.
Tires spinning circles round a brick red wall,
Waiting for the beat and the heavy fall.
Down in the basement where the horns blow loud,
Hiding from the wind and the midnight crowd.
Deep in the pocket where the rhythm swings,
Listen to the way that the metal sings.
I seen a thousand fares in a yellow cab,
Life is just a gamble and a lucky grab.
But he's just a ghost on a thin chrome rim,
Watching as the city lights flicker dim.
Kick the kickstand down on the dirty grit,
Find a little corner where the spirits sit.
Let the fuzz distortion take a heavy hold,
Stories of the alley that are never told.
He traces out the edge of a velvet door,
Feet on the gravel and the cellar floor.
Scent of old tobacco and a cheap red wine,
Walking on a thin and a dangerous line.
Down in the basement where the horns blow loud,
Hiding from the wind and the midnight crowd.
Deep in the pocket where the rhythm swings,
Listen to the way that the metal sings.
Ride back to the river in the freezing air,
Wind in the spirit and a wilder flare.
One last look behind at the basement glow,
Watching how the heavy river currents flow.
Down in the basement where the horns blow loud,
Hiding from the wind and the midnight crowd.
Deep in the pocket where the rhythm swings,
Listen to the way that the metal sings.
Just keep it rolling.
Low and slow.
Ride it home.
