Track Insight / Lyrics
He tends the colored panes at dusk
While diesel engines cough and rust
His soldering iron sings its tune
Beneath a cracked and buzzing moon
The pumps stand silent, hoses coiled
No customers this late, just oil
He cuts the blue for Virgin's robe
While semis thunder down the globe
Neon psalm on concrete ground
Red and gold and holy sound
Taxi man knows every line
Glass and gas and gasoline shine
Copper foil wraps jagged edge
Lead lines hold the sacred pledge
A station wagon pulls up slow
Driver needs a windshield glow
The pumps stand silent, hoses coiled
No customers this late, just oil
He cuts the blue for Virgin's robe
While semis thunder down the globe
Neon psalm on concrete ground
Red and gold and holy sound
Taxi man knows every line
Glass and gas and gasoline shine
Rain taps rhythm on the tin
Colors swim like original sin
He sells no fuel, he sells no air
Just light refracted through his prayer
Neon psalm on concrete ground
Red and gold and holy sound
Taxi man knows every line
Glass and gas and gasoline shine
Dawn cracks open on the highway ridge
Artist packs his tools on wooden bridge
Taxi meter clicks its final fare
Neon saints still burning there
Neon psalm on concrete ground
Red and gold and holy sound
Taxi man knows every line
Glass and gas and gasoline shine
Now I drive past every night
See his work in morning light
Stained glass saints in gas station frame
Calling every lost soul by name
Neon psalm on concrete ground
Red and gold and holy sound
Taxi man knows every line
Glass and gas and gasoline shine
Neon psalm on concrete ground
Red and gold and holy sound
Pedal steel cries low and slow
Engine hums in midnight rain
