My cab sits parked on gravel shoulder
Engine cooling in the night
A netrunner stumbles toward the border
Where workshop walls meet wild green light
Chrome in the clover blinking slow
Data bleeding where the thistles grow
Old world watching new world break
Taxi driver for the lost's sake
Glowing oculars flicker fading
Like neon signs in morning fog
Her fingers twitch at code evading
While ivy climbs the rusted cog
Chrome in the clover blinking slow
Data bleeding where the thistles grow
Old world watching new world break
Taxi driver for the lost's sake
She whispers coordinates to nowhere
A destination deleted clean
The backyard swallows her despair
The wildest garden that I've seen
Rain taps roof in three-four time
Waltz for ghosts of copper wire
Every fare pays in a rhyme
Every mile a choir
Her chrome eyes dim to dull gray stone
System crash in chlorophyll
The overgrowth claims what she has known
Roots wrap tight around the skill
Chrome in the clover blinking slow
Data bleeding where the thistles grow
Old world watching new world break
Taxi driver for the lost's sake
I light a cigarette and wait
For morning dispatch on the radio
The backyard keeps its twisted fate
Where digital and dirt bestow
Chrome in the clover blinking slow
Data bleeding where the thistles grow
Old world watching new world break
Taxi driver for the lost's sake
Chrome in the clover one last glow
Where only weeds and wires know
Meter stops the night is done
Another fare another sun
