Rain on the glass and a low fuel light
Counting the fares in the dead of night
Shift the gear slow while the city hums
Wait for the beat till the rhythm comes
Roll the dice for a golden crown
Build a wall till the walls come down
Place the pieces on a velvet floor
Win it all then we ask for more
Eight little slots in a dusty row
Wait for the spark and the sudden glow
Gold in the pocket and luck in the hand
Strange little army in a foreign land
Trade in the silver for a heavy hit
Find a new line and a place to sit
Check on the clock while the timer ticks
Play a new game with some clever tricks
Roll the dice for a golden crown
Build a wall till the walls come down
Place the pieces on a velvet floor
Win it all then we ask for more
Old leather seats and a clouded view
Everything old feels a little new
One last turn on a broken street
Where the win and the loss finally meet
The meter runs and the wind is cold
Stories of winners are always told
Keep the wheels spinning in a steady line
Wait for the moment the stars align
Roll the dice for a golden crown
Build a wall till the walls come down
Place the pieces on a velvet floor
Win it all then we ask for more
Just a fare in the night.
Keep the gold in sight.
Yeah, we're gone.
