You grip the bars where the rubber wears thin
Dynamo humming a low violin
Pines stand tall where the telephone poles lean
Glass insulators catching the scene
Meter don't care if you're lost or seen
Chrome and pines in the midnight blue
Spokes spin silver splitting the view
Fare's paid in sweat and a breath or two
Old cabbie watches the light break through
Chrome and pines yeah it's me and you
Rain slick tires on the asphalt skin
Reflecting the glow that you're rolling in
Dispatch static cracks on the dash again
Keep the rubber down son don't ask when
Forest swallows the taillight's grin
Chrome and pines in the midnight blue
Spokes spin silver splitting the view
Fare's paid in sweat and a breath or two
Old cabbie watches the light break through
Chrome and pines yeah it's me and you
Handlebar tape is unraveling slow
Stories of fares that the night won't show
Cones drop needles where the headlights go
Poles march steady in a straight line row
Destination's a place you don't know
Chrome and pines in the midnight blue
Spokes spin silver splitting the view
Fare's paid in sweat and a breath or two
Old cabbie watches the light break through
Chrome and pines yeah it's me and you
Frost on the frame where the chrome meets steel
Dawn paints the wires on a wooden wheel
Shift ends quiet no more fares to heal
Just the bike and the morning real
No radio playing no dispatcher voice
Just the click of the chain your only choice
Poles count off like the miles on the clock
Pines nod heavy in the morning shock
You made the fare yeah you beat the block
Kickstand down on the gravel shoulder
Night shift over the air gets colder
Light stays burning on the dynamo
Proof you rode where the wild pines grow
Old hack salutes with a hand you know
Chrome and pines in the morning blue
Spokes spin gold splitting the view
Fare's paid in sweat and a breath or two
Old cabbie watches the light break through
Chrome and pines forever me and you
Meter off engine cooling down
Chrome and pines the only crown
