I held ten thousand sweaty palms
Through midnight rain and downtown calms
The meter clicked a steady beat
On asphalt streets that never sleep
Now salt air rusts my chrome frame
No yellow paint no fare to claim
The dashboard cracks from equator sun
My glass reflects what roads become
Black sand mirror shows the way
Emerald peaks kiss the bay
No meter runs where tides decide
Just horizon open wide
Volcano wakes in morning light
Black grains sparkle through the night
No traffic lights no honking horns
Just waves that write their own returns
Black sand mirror shows the way
Emerald peaks kiss the bay
No meter runs where tides decide
Just horizon open wide
The fare is paid in sunset gold
No receipt for stories told
The driver walks the shoreline now
No engine hum no solemn vow
My silver surface catches green
The wildest coast I've ever seen
No passenger asks how much further
Just gulls that cry and sea winds stir
The odometer reads zero now
Salt crystals on my polished brow
I've driven continents of gray
To find this peace at end of day
Black sand mirror shows the way
Emerald peaks kiss the bay
No meter runs where tides decide
Just horizon open wide
Black sand mirror home at last
Reflection holds the journey's past
Black sand mirror home at last
