Track Insight / Lyrics
The engine ticks a heavy beat
Upon this gray and ancient street
Your knuckles white upon the wheel
The cold of Rome is all you feel
The coffee pot is humming low
The city waits for light to glow
A silver coin, a heavy sigh
Underneath a purple sky
Spin the meter, chase the ghost
Of the things we love the most
Cobblestone and copper keys
Bending low on tired knees
You talk of girls from fifty-four
Who walked right through an open door
I flip the grill and pour the brew
I see the ghost inside of you
The coffee pot is humming low
The city waits for light to glow
A silver coin, a heavy sigh
Underneath a purple sky
Spin the meter, chase the ghost
Of the things we love the most
Cobblestone and copper keys
Bending low on tired knees
Your map is torn, the ink is blurred
A story told, a secret word
I wipe the counter, scrub the plate
While you arrive a little late
The cafes open, shutters rise
The morning hits your tired eyes
A sudden laugh, a sharp mistake
A little heart about to break
Spin the meter, chase the ghost
Of the things we love the most
Cobblestone and copper keys
Bending low on tired knees
Go drive away to where it's clear
The dawn is finally almost here
I'll keep the burner on the flame
Until the city knows your name
Spin the meter, chase the ghost
Of the things we love the most
Cobblestone and copper keys
Bending low on tired knees
Keep the change, old man.
Just drive on.
Just drive on.
