Yellow paint on a rusted door
He don't drive the city no more
He stepped inside the humid haze
Lost within a leafy maze
Cracked glass panes and a heavy vine
Tangled up in a green design
Paying fares with a heavy cost
In the garden where the road is lost
Old leather seats in the humid air
Silver hair and a vacant stare
He holds a map of a dead end street
Where the soil and the asphalt meet
Cracked glass panes and a heavy vine
Tangled up in a green design
Paying fares with a heavy cost
In the garden where the road is lost
Ivy wraps round the steering wheel
Cold wet iron and rusted steel
He waits for a light that will never glow
While the ferns in the ceiling grow
Cracked glass panes and a heavy vine
Tangled up in a green design
Paying fares with a heavy cost
In the garden where the road is lost
Broken shards on the muddy floor
He can't find the exit door
The humid steam hides the midnight sky
While the orchids watch him pass by
The engine hums a low dark sound
Deep inside the soggy ground
No more turns and no more miles
Only rows of jagged tiles
He counts the coins in a steady hand
Stranger in a floral land
The clock has stopped at a quarter past
The final ride is the one to last
Cracked glass panes and a heavy vine
Tangled up in a green design
Paying fares with a heavy cost
In the garden where the road is lost
Close the gate and dim the light
He stays here for the night.
