Old hands rest on worn leather wheel
Midnight meter starts to heal
Silver disc catches streetlamp glow
Needle points where winds may blow
Compass rests on terrace stone
Paris rooftops watch unknown
Taxi waits through morning hush
Night surrenders to the blush
Rain slicks cobblestones near Seine
Driver lights a cigarette flame
Compass needle holds its line
Dawn arrives on borrowed time
Compass rests on terrace stone
Paris rooftops watch unknown
Taxi waits through morning hush
Night surrenders to the blush
Fares paid in stories, not in coin
Wisdom etched in every line
Silver face reflects the sky
Clouds drift past where gulls fly high
Compass rests on terrace stone
Paris rooftops watch unknown
Taxi waits through morning hush
Night surrenders to the blush
Eiffel wakes with golden light
Morning ends the graveyard night
Compass stays through day and rain
Steady through the morning train
Meters stop but wheels still turn
Lessons learned on every return
North stays true when maps decay
Driver knows the quiet way
New fare climbs in leather seat
Compass finds the morning street
Silver arrow, calm and deep
Guides the promises we keep
Compass rests on terrace stone
Paris rooftops watch unknown
Taxi waits through morning hush
Day surrenders to the blush
Needle points where wisdom goes
Steady hand, the driver knows