Track Insight / Lyrics
You check the thrusters, blue flame cuts the night
Gas pumps stand sentinel in sodium glare
Your fingers trace the toggles, cold and light
The meter's ticking somewhere in the air
Crossroads waltz in three-four time we sway
Neon paints the pavement silver-gray
Every fare's a story, every mile a prayer
You're flying solo but the road is there
Rain streaks the windshield like a million fares
The radio crackles static, low and deep
You toggle switches, runway lights prepare
While I count change before the dawn can creep
Fuel gauge reads steady, pressure holding true
The pizzicato strings pluck quarter notes
Your reflection stares from glass, a ghost in blue
I know this route, every pothole, every float
Crossroads waltz in three-four time we sway
Neon paints the pavement silver-gray
Every fare's a story, every mile a prayer
You're flying solo but the road is there
The cabin hums with felt piano tone
Wooden percussion clicks like turning keys
You're not just flying, you're finally coming home
The longest trip is just a fare to please
Dawn cracks the horizon, purple bruising black
Thrusters dim, the neon sputters out
You grab the yoke, no turning round, no back
My shift ends where your runway runs about
Crossroads waltz in three-four time we sway
Neon paints the pavement silver-gray
Every fare's a story, every mile a prayer
You're flying solo but the road is there
Crossroads waltz, the meter's finally paid
Engine sighs, the pump clicks off the flow
Meter drops. Next fare. Go on, go.
