Track Insight / Lyrics
Rain taps the handle, chrome in your hand
A red light blinks by the marshaled stand
You leave the cart where the white paint ends
And chase the last bus around the bend
You snap a shot of rain crossing chrome
The cart rolls straight like it's leaving home
Your jacket sticks to the dashboard tan
A paper cup trembles in your hand
You pocket warmth from the window glare
And sign your name in the pavement air
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The lane turns gold when the brake lights flare
Your shadow runs with the shopping cart there
No map can keep where your wheels will go
The streetlights count every time they glow
Put it back, put it back, let the silver wheels sing
Let it turn through the rain like a lost little thing
You won't break, you won't kneel, you won't ask to stay
Just roll into midnight and slide away
You count the awnings like frames in a reel
The crosswalk flashes a green-gold appeal
A bicycle passes with grocery twine
You salute the stranger, then drift past the sign
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Your bus ID dangles from a shoelace
The engine hums low in a patient bass
A stranger's window turns violet-white
Then vanishes fast in a tunnel of light
Put it back, put it back, let the silver wheels sing
Let it turn through the rain like a lost little thing
You won't break, you won't kneel, you won't ask to stay
Just roll into midnight and slide away
You cross the plaza with both your feet soaked
A sneaker squeaks every step that you took
The escalator hums by a wall of decals
One shopper rushes in lavender sandals
You lean on a railing, shoulders light
A taxi coughs sparks from a puddle below
Your camera battery flashes low
You hold that moment steady and slow
Put it back, put it back, let the silver wheels sing
Let it turn through the rain like a lost little thing
You won't break, you won't kneel, you won't ask to stay
Just roll into midnight and slide away
At last the loop closes under your feet
Rain slackens banners above market seats
A clerk waves slowly through fogged window glass
You flash your empty hands as the moment passes
Set it down, set it down where the paint shines white
Let it rock once beneath the station light
You won't vanish when the map says stay
You'll take the long way, you'll take your own way
The bus tail lights comb through the rain
You lift your camera, then board the train
The chrome cart waits beside the lane
You take the long way home again
