Night shift ends on Canal Street rain
Brass tube catches lamplight on the pane
Down the stairs where synth chords hum and fade
Quarter drops in slots the kids once played
I've driven miles through towns that sleep and wake
But nothing holds a memory like this place
Brass eye watches pixels dance and break
Time rewinds in quarter-hour grace
Meter clicks like clockwork in the dash
Screen light glows green beneath the ash
Pac-Man fever burns in phosphor veins
High score initials carved in plastic panes
I've driven miles through towns that sleep and wake
But nothing holds a memory like this place
Brass eye watches pixels dance and break
Time rewinds in quarter-hour grace
Cab smells like rain and cigarette smoke
Brass barrel gleams beneath my winter coat
Donkey Kong barrels tumble down the mat
High score flashes bright where you left it at
I've driven miles through towns that sleep and wake
But nothing holds a memory like this place
Brass eye watches pixels dance and break
Time rewinds in quarter-hour grace
Fare box full but pockets feel light
Arcade hum sings through the night
Brass tube brings the past in focus tight
Every game a ride, every ride a flight
Six-eight sway carries me home
Morning paints the windshield gold and gray
Last quarter spent on yesterday
Brass telescope folds in leather case
Cab pulls away from this memory place
I've driven miles through towns that sleep and wake
But nothing holds a memory like this place
Brass eye watches pixels dance and break
Time rewinds in quarter-hour grace
Quarter moon rides shotgun till I sleep
Brass eye closes on the driver's seat
