Track Insight / Lyrics
Riding empty streets in8727 Maxima
Fare tokens drizzle from tin can
Cabbies exchange nods, some knowing glances
Rush hour's gone, night's empty dances
Snowflakes swirl, sidewalks empty
Cars idles by, engines at lean
One last pass, a final cruise
Through concrete canyons, no pedestrian
Last call at Penn Station, driver's playtime's done
Engine's warm, darkness sets in, just one more run
Neon puddles shine cold, concrete's hard and grey
Last call at Penn Station, last fare of the day
Fuel's low, a cold sip of joe from the can
Darkness gathers, empty streets are his stand
He dreams of sunup, another long day's grind
Next fare's a blur, till then he'll just unwind
Snowflakes swirl, sidewalks empty
Cars idles by, engines at lean
One last pass, a final cruise
Through concrete canyons, no pedestrian
Last call at Penn Station, driver's playtime's done
Engine's warm, darkness sets in, just one more run
Neon puddles shine cold, concrete's hard and grey
Last call at Penn Station, last fare of the day
He sees the world through his open window wall
A thousand faces, but none so small
In the city's heart, where stories spin
Each passenger a chapter, till they hit the din
Snowflakes swirl, sidewalks empty
Cars idles by, engines at lean
One last pass, a final cruise
Through concrete canyons, no pedestrian
Last call at Penn Station, driver's playtime's done
Engine's warm, darkness sets in, just one more run
Neon puddles shine cold, concrete's hard and grey
Last call at Penn Station, last fare of the day
Empty meters line the sidewalks bright
Trash cans overflow, streetlamps flicker light
No more destinations, just a lonely drive
Through the city's veins, as the snow starts to ride
The engine purrs, a lullaby low
Fate's on his side, so the story goes
He's sung his song, from dawn to dusk and more
Riding the night, through the city's core
Last call at Penn Station, driver's playtime's done
Engine's warm, darkness sets in, last fare's won
Neon puddles shine cold, concrete's hard and grey
Last call at Penn Station, night's arrived, it's okay
Brake lights fade, a slow goodbye
Into the night, as the city sighs
The taxi's ghost, the lost and lone
The story ends, at Penn Station home.
