You lean back in the vinyl seat
While the tea begins to heat
The clock ticks on the kitchen wall
Wait for the midnight city call
Just a little steam in the air
While you comb through your silver hair
Keep the engine warm in the drive
Feel the city coming alive
You know the shortcut through the park
Tracing lines across the dark
The fare is low but the road is long
Singing an old street corner song
The kettle screams a steady note
A heavy winter woolly coat
You watch the water start to boil
A lifetime spent in grease and oil
Just a little steam in the air
While you comb through your silver hair
Keep the engine warm in the drive
Feel the city coming alive
The red light turns to a golden glow
Now you know exactly where to go
No more maps and no more wrong turns
Just the way the midnight fuel burns
You pour the brew in a heavy cup
Wait for the morning sun to wake up
The meter clicks a steady beat
Before you hit the frozen street
Just a little steam in the air
While you comb through your silver hair
Keep the engine warm in the drive
Feel the city coming alive
Steam and steel, turn the wheel.
Turn the wheel.
