Track Insight / Lyrics
You stand beneath the humming light
A splash of red against the night
Your fingers stained with cobalt blue
A heavy coat that fits you true
Oh, you hold the colors in your hand
A frozen map of a foreign land
Broken glass and a golden glow
Wait for the wind to let you go
The diesel fumes are thick and sweet
The oil stains on the concrete street
You watch the crossroads turn to grey
While all the lucky drivers stray
You cut the lead to make the line
A jagged edge of sharp design
A prism held against the glare
Of headlights cutting through the air
Oh, you hold the colors in your hand
A frozen map of a foreign land
Broken glass and a golden glow
Wait for the wind to let you go
The pump is humming a low refrain
A steady rhythm in the rain
You see the world through a cracked lens
Where every lonely journey ends
You fold the paper, pack the gear
The midnight hour is drawing near
A taxi stops beside the door
You don't belong here anymore
Oh, you hold the colors in your hand
A frozen map of a foreign land
Broken glass and a golden glow
Wait for the wind to let you go
Just a fare to the city line
Glass and gold, doing just fine
Yeah, just keep driving.
