Track Insight / Lyrics
I drove these streets for thirty-seven years
Through rain and fare hikes, joy and quiet tears
The city changed its skyline and its name
But this old cab and me stayed just the same
The brake pads sigh, the engine starts to cough
The midnight platform wave me off
Meter running, but the road is gone
I'm idling here till the break of dawn
Meter running, though the fares have fled
I'm holding steady at the platform edge
They built the station right above my stand
The iron pillars swallowed up my lane
I watch the trains pull out and leave me here
A rusting ghost with nothing left to steer
The headlights dim, the wipers scratch and moan
The last train leaves me on my own
Meter running, but the road is gone
I'm idling here till the break of dawn
Meter running, though the fares have fled
I'm holding steady at the platform edge
The pigeons nest behind my broken grill
The meter clicks, it clicks against my will
I keep the engine warm for no one's sake
A stubborn lamp that nothing comes to take
I could tow my bones to some junkyard grave
Let the salt and winter do me in
But a lighthouse doesn't leave its wave
And a driver doesn't quit the din
Meter running, but the road is gone
I'm idling here till the break of dawn
Meter running, though the fares have fled
I'm holding steady at the platform edge
So let the rust come slow across my door
Let the transit cops forget I'm here once more
I'll keep my roof light glowing through the grime
One fare away from one more borrowed time
Meter running, but the road is gone
I'm idling here until the break of dawn
Meter running, still I hold my post
A parked cab waiting for a morning ghost
Cold curb, three AM, the meter's ticking slow
I'm the last fare that this city used to know
