I drove a fare through the sleet
Ten long hours on the street
I saw a man in the air
With silver cables to spare
The motor hums a low sound
Too far above the hard ground
The voltage starts to ignite
Turning the black into white
Tangled up in the neon glare
Hanging by a single hair
Caught in the motel parking lot
Tying a desperate sailor's knot
He wore a belt made of steel
Spinning like a rusted wheel
The asphalt looks like a lake
One wrong move and he will break
The motor hums a low sound
Too far above the hard ground
The voltage starts to ignite
Turning the black into white
Tangled up in the neon glare
Hanging by a single hair
Caught in the motel parking lot
Tying a desperate sailor's knot
A driver knows where to steer
I smell the ozone and fear
He looks down at my yellow cab
The midnight air is a stab
Step on the gas, let it scream
Break through the haze of the beam
Cut the cord, let him fall
Back to the grit of it all
Tangled up in the neon glare
Hanging by a single hair
Caught in the motel parking lot
Tying a desperate sailor's knot
The meter clicks in the dark
Waiting for one lucky spark
A man is just a heavy load
Left on a dead end road
Tangled up in the neon glare
Hanging by a single hair
Caught in the motel parking lot
Tying a desperate sailor's knot
Shift the gear, drive away
Wait for the grey of the day
Just another fare tonight
Out of the neon light