Track Insight / Lyrics
Midnight tariff, wipers keeping time
Neon folded across the window line
Cassette turning in the dashboard glow
Yellow tape says where the old days go
Little receipt, blue ink fading fast
Every mile got echoes from the past
Play Mix 1997, let the old street ring
Keep the missed turns in the rearview, sing
Rain may drum on every borrowed roof
We were young enough to fear the truth
Play Mix 1997, turn the radio on
Hold that late-night spark till the dawn
Four-sixty folded where the avenue bends
Empty dance hall with the lights at their ends
Somebody laughing in the telephone booth
Somebody aching over words too soon
Penny warmth against a cold gray glass
Fare was short, but that forever passed
Radio tower blinking red across town
Wet macadam shining when the engine turns down
I knew a drummer with a restless heart
Chasing Saturday till Sunday fell apart
She left her handwriting underneath the dash
Saying, "Don't stand still, but don't move too fast"
Play Mix 1997, let the old street ring
Keep the missed turns in the rearview, sing
Rain may drum on every borrowed roof
We were young enough to fear the truth
Play Mix 1997, turn the radio on
Hold that late-night spark till the dawn
Tape's nearly finished, but the meter's still warm
Every quiet street conceals a faded storm
If the long way home is all that remains
Let the dashboard hold a little refrain
And when morning finds us with the city asleep
Turn the tape and let the lost street leap
I still know where the cherry tree stands
Little kiosk on the corner selling cheap plans
Waitress pours another cup for rainy talk
Traffic rolling like a half-heard folk
Young kid sleeping with a jacket on mine
Smiling like the lost will find its line
Both the dead and living ride beside me
Keeping steady when the wheels ring free
Play Mix 1997, let the whole street ring
Keep the missed turns in the rearview, sing
Rain may drum on every borrowed roof
We were young enough to fear the truth
Play Mix 1997, turn the radio on
Hold that late-night spark, don't let it be gone
Play Mix 1997, let the whole street sing
Carry every spark within us, bring
Hold the late night, hold the late night, hold the dawn
Dawn divides the streets from all we lost
Tape goes quiet, but the wheels still cross
Old fare, new road, same fire in the line
Keep the spark alive, let the city shine
Dawn divides the streets from all we lost
Tape goes quiet, but the wheels still cross