Track Insight / Lyrics
Neon blurs the windshield glass
Rain taps tickets on the hood
One lone cart rolls down the lane
I whistle back, but feel no shame
I left my cart beside the store
Rain drummed softly on the door
My coffee steamed against the blue
Some lost umbrella cuts the queue
I'll push the cart and rescue you
The crosswalk blinks a patient warning
The fryer smoke behind me burns
A night where no one needs a morning
Let the cart roll, let the wheels sing
Push it home through the rainy ring
All city lights become the flame
Won't slow me down or turn away
Streetlight bleeds across the chrome
Engine hisses, headlights smoke
My wet shoes click in syncopation
As every restless soul finds station
The late bus glimmers, doors swing round
White-hot windows tremble with the sound
A paper cup skips across the gutter
Like one more thing the rain must utter
Let the cart roll, let the wheels sing
Push it home through the rainy ring
All city lights become the flame
Won't slow me down or turn away
A red-winged taxi splashes near
The groceries sway beneath the clear
Plastic handles creak in rhythm
Each rusty wheel is keeping steady
A checkerboard blouse runs to the doorway
Half-dollar change reflects the morning
The vending machine hums coffee-hot
A jukebox leaks a neon thought
Let the cart roll, let the wheels sing
Push it home through the rainy ring
All city lights become the flame
Won't slow me down or turn away
The wheels slow down, the coffee's gone
The parking lot forgets my name
One empty slot beneath the sign
Still, I take my time by design
Across the bridge, the skyline floats
Like scattered bottles full of ghosts
Finally, I click it back in place
The rain dries slow upon my face
A grill-scent rises from the alley
The moon breaks loose and pales the valley
A shutter drops on one last window
The cart sits still, the street goes thin
Let the cart roll, let the wheels sing
Push it home through the rainy ring
All city lights become the flame
Won't slow me down or turn away
Let the wheels sing, let the old signs glow
Every lost thing gets a place to go
The city lights will burn till dawn
I'll take my order, then be gone
One clean click cuts through the hush
The cart is home, the engines hush
My apron smells of coffee dust
Another night begins in town
