Meter's running on the street
Cold wind hitting on my feet
I drove a fare to the line
Where the rusted rails align
Peeling paint on the depot wall
Ink is running as the raindrops fall
Soggy paper in my shaking hand
Tracing lines across a broken land
Tires spin in oily grit
This old city's lost its wit
White paint flakes like winter snow
Where the heavy engines go
Letter blurred and soaked in grey
Words I meant to send that day
Concrete slabs and iron beams
Ripping through my jagged dreams
Peeling paint on the depot wall
Ink is running as the raindrops fall
Soggy paper in my shaking hand
Tracing lines across a broken land
Wrong turn taken on the way
Nothing left for me to say
Shift the gear and hit the gas
Watch the ghostly stations pass
Driver knows the lonely route
Where the dying lanterns shout
Fold the page and close the door
I can't take this ride no more
Peeling paint on the depot wall
Ink is running as the raindrops fall
Soggy paper in my shaking hand
Tracing lines across a broken land
Just a fare and a blur
Just a fare and a blur
Cut the engine.
