Track Insight / Lyrics
The dawn is pale and cold and grey
I watch the city wake today
The asphalt breathes a heavy sigh
Beneath a wide and winter sky
The Hedera climbs the brick wall high
Where tired city pigeons fly
I plant my feet in Roman grit
And wait for morning lamps to quit
I hum a tune for roots below
Where secret river currents flow
The cobblestones are humming low
And watching all the tourists go
My taxi smells of old tobacco
A yellow shell, a slow bravado
I steer through alleys narrow tight
Before the square is flooded light
I hum a tune for roots below
Where secret river currents flow
The cobblestones are humming low
And watching all the tourists go
Syllables of Latin names
Burning in the candle flames
Sowing seeds in heavy clay
Until the night is swept away
The coffee pots begin to steam
I wake up from a driver's dream
The soil is rich beneath the street
Where ancient stone and rubber meet
I tend the garden of the road
A heavy heart, a steady load
The jasmine vine begins to cling
While all the early sparrows sing
I hum a tune for roots below
Where secret river currents flow
The cobblestones are humming low
And watching all the tourists go
Humming low, humming low.
Just let the river flow.
Mmm, mmm, mmm.
