Track Insight / Lyrics
Driver The bell rings at the
back a copper stamp on the ledger
Passenger I lean against the window
cigarette smoke curling in the gutter
Driver: Your ticket reads 7:30 for City Hall, the lights on 5th are bright.
Passenger: Tell me, old timer, how many nights we drove through a sunless fog?
Driver: It's a steady hum, the city lights flicking like vinyl.
Passenger I still hear the honk
a bassline in the alley's echo
Driver: We pass the old theatre, its marquee a tired grin.
Passenger: The night consumes the horn, but your stories still glow.
Driver: The rain drips off the windshield, pricks like a thousand needles.
Passenger I taste the salt of
the sea in the early commute
Driver: The map flickers on this old dash, a guided compass to a thousand booths.
Passenger: How many fares carried copper in the palm, I hear the sound, bright as brass.
Driver You step on the seat
the smell of gum in my cab
Passenger: I glance at the rearview, I see the river in a mirror.
Driver The taxi stands chill a pocket
of steel waiting for the first bell
Passenger: It's the only music that keeps the moving streets from slipping.
