The meter stops and the engine cools
I played the game by the city rules
The sky is a bruise of a purple hue
A humid evening and a heavy dew
Leather gloves on the iron stair
Hanging on to a summer air
Left behind in the golden glow
Watching the heavy traffic flow
The street is a river of yellow cabs
The pavement is cutting in jagged slabs
I see them resting by the rusty rail
A winter memory turning thin and pale
Leather gloves on the iron stair
Hanging on to a summer air
Left behind in the golden glow
Watching the heavy traffic flow
I've driven a million miles in the rain
I've seen the joy and I've felt the pain
Now the heat is rising from the concrete floor
Just a few inches from the open door
Leather gloves on the iron stair
Hanging on to a summer air
Left behind in the golden glow
Watching the heavy traffic flow
A passenger left them in the rush of light
Before the city turns into the night
They don't need the warmth of a wooly fold
When the July wind is brave and bold
Leather gloves on the iron stair
Hanging on to a summer air
Left behind in the golden glow
Watching the heavy traffic flow
Just sitting there.
On the iron rail.
In the summer glow.
Slow it down now.
