Track Insight / Lyrics
Cobblestone whispers, a city of dreams,
Spires pierce the darkness, it always seems.
Rain slicked pathways, a silver sheen,
Another night falling on Prague unseen.
I've driven these streets for a lifetime you see,
Each stone holds a story, confided to me.
Faces blur past in the lamplight's embrace,
Lost souls searching for a familiar space.
Prague stone, cold and gray,
Washing worries of the day away.
Prague stone, secrets keep,
While the weary city falls asleep.
The Vltava flows, a ribbon of night,
Reflecting the stars with a shimmering light.
Tourists are gone, and the city breathes slow,
Only the ghosts of old Prague know.
Prague stone, cold and gray,
Washing worries of the day away.
Prague stone, secrets keep,
While the weary city falls asleep.
I pick up a fare, a young man alone,
He's chasing a memory, a love that's flown.
Says he lost her somewhere near Charles Bridge,
A heartache echoed on every ridge.
Prague stone, cold and gray,
Washing worries of the day away.
Prague stone, secrets keep,
While the weary city falls asleep.
The weather is turning, a chill in the air,
But Prague holds a warmth beyond compare.
This old taxi knows every twist and bend,
A silent witness until the very end.
They say each cobblestone has a name,
A story to tell, a flickering flame.
Beneath my wheels, they hum a low tune,
Echoes of laughter beneath the moon.
Prague stone, cold and gray,
Washing worries of the day away.
Prague stone, secrets keep,
While the weary city falls asleep.
Another fare calls, another light fades,
Prague stone remembers, through shadows and shades.
Prague stone, Prague stone…
The city keeps turning, all alone.
