Leather seat holds trace of knees
Rusted spokes tell tales in threes
Meter runs but I don't fare
Parked in puddles parked in prayer
Chrome refuge in the alley's jaw
Colors bleed on steel I saw
Rain can't touch the welds inside
This vintage frame knows how to hide
Chrome refuge where drifters get found
Wheels don't spin but they hold ground
Cabbie wisdom in my tubes
Thirty years of avenue moves
Passengers left fingerprints
On handlebars where dreaming fits
Chrome refuge in the alley's jaw
Colors bleed on steel I saw
Rain can't touch the welds inside
This vintage frame knows how to hide
Chrome refuge where drifters get found
Wheels don't spin but they hold ground
Chain stays slack but tension holds
Better stories than the ones told
Fares collected in the rust
Every scratch earned honest trust
Chrome refuge in the alley's jaw
Colors bleed on steel I saw
Rain can't touch the welds inside
This vintage frame knows how to hide
Chrome refuge where drifters get found
Wheels don't spin but they hold ground
Lightning fractures purple sky
Frame don't flinch and frame don't fly
Meter's off but heart keeps time
This old steel knows reason's rhyme
Morning breaks the alley's spell
Chrome reflects the dawn as well
Rider returns with coffee steam
Wakes the frame from alley dream
Chrome refuge in the alley's jaw
Colors bleed on steel I saw
Rain can't touch the welds inside
This vintage frame knows how to hide
Chrome refuge where drifters get found
Wheels don't spin but they hold ground
Chrome refuge stands through rain and shine
This vintage steel is forever mine
