Track Insight / Lyrics
Engine idling low Passenger windows aglow
Another weary day is done
Bus depot, setting sun
Neon backstreet dreams
Flickering city schemes
Where the ghosts of daylight sleep
And weary hearts run deep
Fog rolls down the avenue
Taxi horns, a yellow hue
Waiting for that bus to call
Hear the rumble, feel the fall
Neon backstreet dreams Flickering city schemes
Where the ghosts of daylight sleep
And weary hearts run deep
Empty seats and stories told
Of lives unfolded, hearts of gold
Busker's song, a lonely plea
For a moment, set us free
Neon backstreet dreams
Flickering city schemes
Where the ghosts of daylight sleep
And weary hearts run deep
City sleeps, a silent grace
One last smile on tired face
Headlights pierce the misty night
Guiding souls to their own light
Doors swing open, engines roar
We step inside, and close the door
Another journey, miles to roam
Leaving home, and finding home
Neon backstreet dreams Flickering city schemes
Where the ghosts of daylight sleep
And weary hearts run deep
City fades, the engine sighs
Backstreets call, beneath the skies.
