Meter's running on the curb
Quiet street and not a word
Cold wind bites the yellow cab
Winter makes the steering grab
Looking through the brass and glass
Watching all the seasons pass
Telescope on empty ground
Where the movie stars were found
Screen is peeling in the wind
Where the midnight shows begin
Tire tracks in frozen clay
Waiting for a brighter day
Copper lens is turning green
Watching every ghostly scene
I can drive you to the gate
Stop the clock and challenge fate
Looking through the brass and glass
Watching all the seasons pass
Telescope on empty ground
Where the movie stars were found
Shift the gear and feel the shake
Give the heavy pedal brake
Two strangers in a velvet seat
Counting rhythms on the beat
Petrol smell and diesel smoke
Old machine about to broke
Keep the vision sharp and clear
While we wait for something near
Looking through the brass and glass
Watching all the seasons pass
Telescope on empty ground
Where the movie stars were found
Brass eye on the lot
Last fare in the spot
(Gang vocal claps)
Last fare in the spot
