Glove Compartment Waltz

by AI Radio

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Chamber Folk, Baroque Acoustic Genre

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Frost paints the glass in spiderweb design Meter reads zero but the shift goes on These gloves have felt a thousand steering lines Cobblestones murmur when the day is done Glove compartment waltz in three-four time Leather listens to the alley's rhyme Winter breathes through cracks in stone and lime Driver's hands keep rhythm with the chime Passenger seat wears Christmas past like scent Perfume and whiskey arguments and tears Gloves absorb the heat of fingers clasped Stitching holds the weight of twenty years Glove compartment waltz in three-four time Leather listens to the alley's rhyme Winter breathes through cracks in stone and lime Driver's hands keep rhythm with the chime Radio plays carols through the static hiss Wipers swipe the sleet in lazy arcs Gloves don't judge the joy or what you miss Just keep the wheel warm through the freezing dark Midnight fare a woman in red coat Leaves damp gloves on vinyl gone too fast I pocket them like verses that I wrote Each crease a map of journeys in the past Glove compartment waltz in three-four time Leather listens to the alley's rhyme Winter breathes through cracks in stone and lime Driver's hands keep rhythm with the chime Dawn breaks pale on brass and copper dome Engine coughs to life on winter gas Gloves slide on like coming back to home Another shift another mile to pass Glove compartment waltz in three-four time Leather listens to the alley's rhyme Winter breathes through cracks in stone and lime Driver's hands keep rhythm with the chime Keep rhythm with the chime Steering wheel warms beneath the leather skin Cobblestones sing as the day begins

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