Cold rain hits the glass pane
City smells like wet grain
Old leather on the seat
Tired soles on the street
Ink fades on a blue page
A bird in a gold cage
Waiting in the drizzle
While the street lamps sizzle
Wrong turn by the red gate
Wrong clock for a late date
I drive the same old line
Tracing every thin sign
Ink fades on a blue page
A bird in a gold cage
Waiting in the drizzle
While the street lamps sizzle
Copper coins in the tray
Wash the long hours away
Salty tea in a cup
Watch the wet pavement up
Ink fades on a blue page
A bird in a gold cage
Waiting in the drizzle
While the street lamps sizzle
Stop the car at the bend
Where the alleyways end
Paper curled at the edge
Resting on a stone ledge
Fold the map in the dash
Burn the old debts to ash
One fare left for the night
Under pale yellow light
Ink fades on a blue page
A bird in a gold cage
Waiting in the drizzle
While the street lamps sizzle
Just a card in the rain.
Drive away from the pain.
