Silver rig on a concrete street
Heavy boots and a rhythmic beat
Slept all night in a vinyl seat
Now the city air tastes like wheat
Diesel smoke and a brassy horn
Wait for the light of a golden morn
Heavy wheels where the asphalt's worn
Old habits that I cannot spurn
Basement door with a rusty latch
Strike a flame with a wooden match
Hear the sax and the snare drum scratch
Watch the yellow taxi cabs hatch
Diesel smoke and a brassy horn
Wait for the light of a golden morn
Heavy wheels where the asphalt's worn
Old habits that I cannot spurn
Coffee steam in a paper cup
Watch the early city wake up
Gear shift clicking as I pull up
Drinking deep from a metal sup
Click the shutter, capture the blur
Hear the idling engine purr
Miles of highway, a steady stir
Everything is a velvet slur
Leather jacket and a faded map
Finger tapping on a plastic cap
Close the distance in a single snap
Fall right into a midday nap
Diesel smoke and a brassy horn
Wait for the light of a golden morn
Heavy wheels where the asphalt's worn
Old habits that I cannot spurn
Iron beams and a graying sky
Watch the pigeons and the crows fly high
Keep the engine and the spirit dry
Wave the city a long goodbye
Diesel smoke and a brassy horn
Wait for the light of a golden morn
Heavy wheels where the asphalt's worn
Old habits that I cannot spurn
Just a snapshot in the rain
Drive it home on the open lane
Drive it home on the open lane