Track Insight / Lyrics
Engine idles, meter dark and cold
Rain writes script on windshield, glass and gold
Wait by Motel Six, red sign aglow
Fisherman stands where the floodlights flow
Casts his line on asphalt, not the sea
Neon tide rolls across the lot
Fisherman stands where the light is caught
Taxi waits for a fare that won't come
Night shifts heavy like a struck drum
Both of us watching for a sign
Wipers clear the grime of yesterday
Passenger seat holds a faded page
Radio crackles, traffic report
Fisherman pulls slow, line cut short
Reels in weed and a plastic crown
Neon tide rolls across the lot
Fisherman stands where the light is caught
Taxi waits for a fare that won't come
Night shifts heavy like a struck drum
Both of us watching for a sign
Clock ticks past three, vinyl seat cracked deep
Last fare slept at County General
Fisherman smokes by the soda machine
Glow paints his face pale and nicotine
Exhales blue into the halogen
Neon tide rolls across the lot
Fisherman stands where the light is caught
Taxi waits for a fare that won't come
Night shifts heavy like a struck drum
Both of us watching for a sign
Dawn bleeds weak through the motel pines
Meter resets as the fisherman shines
He packs his rod, catches nothing but air
Taxi pulls slow, no passenger there
Another blank trip on the manifest
Twenty years driving these midnight streets
Never caught a thing but empty seats
He casts for patience, I drive for pay
Both waiting on a break of day
Engine off, keys heavy in my hand
Fisherman nods, knows I understand
Neon tide pulls back from the shore
Another night, another fare, no more
Silence settles in the driver's door
Neon tide rolls across the lot
Fisherman stands where the light is caught
Taxi waits for a fare that won't come
Night shifts heavy like a struck drum
Both of us watching for a sign
Meter dark, engine finally still
Neon tide rolls on, always will
