Meter reads zero on the dashboard clock
Rain taps the roof where the wipers talk
You steer the cab past the greenhouse door
Where cracked glass panels lean against the floor
Cracked panes catch the morning light
You buff the leather through the night
Sole and glass in silent pact
The road forgets you don't look back
Old hands move slow on the worn boot heel
Polish rag turns in a steady wheel
No fare to chase no meter to run
Just leather breathing in the morning sun
Cracked panes catch the morning light
You buff the leather through the night
Sole and glass in silent pact
The road forgets you don't look back
My father said son the road teaches truth
But wisdom hides in a dusty booth
You stitch the sole where the glass lets in
A light that shows where the cracks begin
Cracked panes catch the morning light
You buff the leather through the night
Sole and glass in silent pact
The road forgets you don't look back
The city hums on the avenue
But here the time holds a different cue
No destination no fare to collect
Just buffed leather earning its respect
Cracked panes catch the morning light
You buff the leather through the night
Sole and glass in silent pact
The road forgets you don't look back
Buffer rag drops on the wooden bench
Cracked panes hold the day's last glint
