The sky is gray as a salted sea
The drizzle falls on the cedar tree
The cabs are lined in a yellow row
With nowhere left for the tires to go
The wipers swipe on a glass thin pane
They scrub the street of the autumn rain
The drivers wait for a waving hand
In the damp grit of a river land
Oh let the plastic pop songs play
To chase the heavy clouds away
Yellow cars in a shimmering line
While the radio beats in time
A synthetic beat hits the cold damp air
A digital sound with a neon glare
The bass is thumping through a metal door
Like a heavy tide on a sandy shore
Oh let the plastic pop songs play
To chase the heavy clouds away
Yellow cars in a shimmering line
While the radio beats in time
I kept the lamp for a thousand nights
To guide the ships with the steady lights
But here the glow is a different hue
A city gold and a rainy blue
The headlights blink in a rhythmic beat
Reflecting oil on a concrete street
A lonely passenger steps from the dark
Leaving a wet and a muddy mark
The synth is loud and the banjo rings
A strange new song that the city sings
The storm has passed and the wind is still
A quiet peace on a distant hill
Oh let the plastic pop songs play
To chase the heavy clouds away
Yellow cars in a shimmering line
While the radio beats in time
Yellow idle, yellow light.
Yellow idle, through the night.
