You ride the dash where coffee rings stain
Five hundred thousand miles of rain
Your stitching holds the memory deep
Of every fare this hack would keep
The overpass groans a low bass note
Truck tires hiss on winter coat
You feel the vibration in your hide
Where driver's hands used to reside
Leather on the dash knows the coast
Salt eats chrome but you stay close
No fare meter ticks for you
Just the bridge and the ocean view
Morning fog horns blow your name
You don't chase fortune, don't chase fame
The radio plays dead static noise
You count the gulls, you count the buoys
Leather on the dash knows the coast
Salt eats chrome but you stay close
No fare meter ticks for you
Just the bridge and the ocean view
Steering wheel's cracked where thumbs wore through
I'm just the ghost who drove for you
Now the engine sleeps, the meter's dark
You're the witness, you're the mark
Tires sing low on the metal grate
You listen to the shifting weight
Expansion joints sing clack-clack-clack
You never ask for nothing back
The toll booth ghost has paid his due
This overpass belongs to you
Sunset paints the girders gold
Stories in your grain unfold
Night descends on traffic flow
You just watch the headlights glow
Leather on the dash knows the coast
Salt eats chrome but you stay close
No fare meter ticks for you
Just the bridge and the ocean view
Leather on the dash knows the coast
Salt eats chrome but you stay close
You hold the wheel when I am gone
Salt wind sings your lull
