Track Insight / Lyrics
Morning frost is pressing on the glass
Taxi heater coughs, the wipers sweep right past
He counts silver quarters by the pawn shop door
Rain drummed all night, now the sun knocks once more
Neon buzzes on the pawn shop glass
Fares stack up while the midnight passes
Keys turn eastward, dashboard shining gold
Every red light says the road grows old
Radio preacher sells a ticket to the blues
Coffee stains the fare book, coffee wears his shoes
A borrowed watch is ticking underneath his sleeve
He says gold can't buy a sunrise, but it can't leave
Neon hums above the pawn shop door
Cedar wheels are singing what the street ignored
Keys spin westward through the waking blue
Every long road keeps a chance in view
Seven coats hang sleeping by the rearview frame
A tin guitar case has traveled half the same
A red-bag woman waves him down beneath the store
He pulls the meter closer, lets her choose the floor
Neon crackles on the pawn shop pane
Small change rattles in the driver's hand
No map can teach that worn tire how to sing
Open sky ahead, so let the engines ring
Cold concrete hums beneath the overpass
The streetlights tremble while the diesel laughs
He grips the wheel and tells the miles to move
One road ends twice, but freedom leaves no groove
Fares go quiet as the warehouses turn to gold
A stripped road atlas, penciled stories told
He laughs at faded arrows painted on the wall
A man who never circles cannot answer us at all
At the county line, the asphalt starts to sing
A jackrabbit holds the shoulder like a king
The pawn shop sign is small beneath the morning blue
He checks the rearview, but the horizon's too
Neon buzzing on the pawn shop glass
Fares rolling toward the open sky, no turning back
Keys turn eastward, dashboard burning gold
Every road ahead is another road untold
Neon buzzing as the city slips away
He keeps that old song humming through the day
Keys turn westward, windows catching blue
One more sunrise, then the whole world moves in view
Miles unfold beneath the freedom in his wheels
Cold morning settles where the pawn shop glass still seals
He keeps that old song humming, then lets the engine teach
A man still chasing light has farther roads to reach
