Track Insight / Lyrics
Rain taps the taxi like a stranger at the door
Passenger, settle where the worn leather holds
One borrowed book is waiting on the floor
Its final page still keeps the morning warm and gold
You left the book beside my folded fare
Blue pencil crooked where the daylight showed
The final page sagged like a worn old coat
Your thumb had softened every printed road
The meter ticks beneath the tunnel light
A red bus blares and shakes the window glass
I read one line, then fold the page just right
The road ahead looks greener through the pass
You kept the ticket with your winter clothes
It smells of bus depots and departing trains
No map can tell the measure of your roads
But every blank road answers when it rains
On the final page, let the fareway slow
A white road waits where the blue lines go
Tuck that creased corner in your coat
Keep the morning, let the old world go
A quarter, three dimes, and a paper moon
The heater coughs once, then forgets its tune
Your city passes in a silver spoon
A clock above says we have come too soon
The diner sign cuts through the purplish dark
Its coffee steam climbs through the window seal
You trace a route beside the reservoir mark
And save the final page until the wheel
A worn brass key from some abandoned room
A station bench gone gray with summer dust
Your choices cast a shadow cross the noon
The empty seat says hope is worth the trust
On the final page, let the fareway slow
A white road waits where the blue lines go
Tuck that creased corner in your coat
Keep the morning, let the old world go
The airport cranes stand black against the blue
A porter whistles as the baggage wheels unwind
Your suitcase rattles with the things you knew
A ticket stub says go and leave the doubt behind
My hands remember every local fare
The shortcuts worn through fields and factory gates
But no man knows the roads that wait out there
So open up the book and lift its gates
One last blue morning on the printed line
One turn, one chance, one long and lonesome way
The cracked page waits beneath the dashboard shine
A road unfolds beyond the hinges of the day
On the final page, let the fareway slow
A white road waits where the blue lines go
Tuck that creased corner in your coat
Keep the morning, let the old world go
The toll booth lifts its little metal arms
A flock of sparrows slips beyond the lake
Your uncle promised rain would feed the charms
Your mother knew the sleeping car would wake
I've driven every kind of midnight rain
Seen lottery tickets crumple in a fist
But stubborn hope can turn a little stain
To sunlight on an open road that's missed
One last blue morning on the printed line
One turn, one chance, one long and lonesome way
The cracked page waits beneath the dashboard shine
A road unfolds beyond the hinges of the day
On the final page, watch the fareway bend
A white road calls where the blue lines end
Press that creased corner to your heart
Let the old world go, let the new one start
On the final page, hold the sunrise
The road is yours when the lost road dies
Turn the final page, take your chance now
The open road makes its own bow
The meter rests, but the engine knows
A white road waits where the blue lines go
Some borrowed pages leave a light
Then fold the book and come alive
