Track Insight / Lyrics
I start the engine, salt upon my sleeve
The wiper beats a quiet, circling sea
The fare is waiting where the maplights glow
My old hands know the roads we used to go
First snow settles where the fence lines gleam
Every waiting headlight holds a dream
Still I hear the tires whisper slow
Let it bury where the country roads go
You cross the station with a case in hand
You slap the back door with a firm command
The fare is frozen, but the meter climbs
Two hearts ride close beneath the snowy signs
He taps the glass, the street is white as chalk
The avenue is wrapped in winter's cloak
A crossroads waits where all the old rails turn
A borrowed flame keeps every dashboard burn
First snow settles where the fence lines gleam
Every waiting headlight holds a dream
Still I hear the tires whisper slow
Let it bury where the country roads go
And if the road runs cold and long
The snow will keep the needle strong
A little grace, a little light
Then bring the lost taxi home tonight
The rearview mirror catches falling white
Each frosted lane is silver in the night
The city whispers underneath the wheels
A quiet world for broken winter seals
First snow settles on the fence and gleams
Every waking headlight fulfills dreams
Hear the rolling tires whisper low
We will find the way the country roads go
First snow settles on the fence and gleams
Every waking headlight fulfills dreams
The meter rests, the engine knows the way
The fence keeps watch till breaking of the day
The tires grow soft, the streets begin to sing
First snow can teach a tired old driver everything
