I feel the cold leather seat
I hear the drum of the street
My glass is a frozen screen
The city is grey and lean
Two strangers sit in the back
The midnight air turns to black
They don't say a single word
The humming of wires is heard
Keep the meter on high
Under a concrete sky
Driving the movie scene
Living the silver screen
The rain hits the metal roof
The distance is living proof
A cigarette burns in the tray
The night turns the dark into grey
Keep the meter on high
Under a concrete sky
Driving the movie scene
Living the silver screen
The brake pedal clicks in the dark
A sudden and electric spark
No maps for the places we go
The rhythm is steady and slow
They touch hands beneath a coat
A secret and silent note
The traffic is stalled in a line
The moment is frozen and fine
I turn the wheel to the right
The headlights cut through the night
A fare is a ghost in the wind
The story is about to begin
Keep the meter on high
Under a concrete sky
Driving the movie scene
Living the silver screen
The ride is over now
The meter stops its bow
Just another fare.
Click.
