Yellow cab waits at Embarcadero
Meter ticks like a heart at zero
Bow drags slow on a salt-worn fiddle
Notes cut through the harbor's middle
Fog eats the headlights halogen ghost
Violin screams what the city lost
Dawn breaks sharp on the Golden Gate
Rosin rain on the pier tonight
Bow burns bright in the sodium light
Taxi man and the fiddle sing
Racing dawn on a steel string
Cases open on wet planks no crowd
Just the gulls and the diesel loud
Fingers numb on the frozen neck
Playing debt that the night collects
Fog eats the headlights halogen ghost
Violin screams what the city lost
Dawn breaks sharp on the Golden Gate
Rosin rain on the pier tonight
Bow burns bright in the sodium light
Taxi man and the fiddle sing
Racing dawn on a steel string
Radio barks for a fare in the Loins
I ignore it for the violin's moans
Wheels locked tight on the cobblestone
Witness to a sound I've known
Fog lifts slow as the bow lifts high
Last note hangs on a silver sigh
Meter resets the shift is done
Two ghosts fading with the sun
Rosin rain on the pier tonight
Bow burns bright in the sodium light
Taxi man and the fiddle sing
Racing dawn on a steel string
Pack the case wipe the rosin dust
Morning ferry kicks up gust
Cab pulls away with a diesel cough
Fade out slow don't turn it off
Rosin rain on the pier tonight
Bow burns bright in the sodium light
Taxi man and the fiddle sing
Racing dawn on a steel string
Rosin rain on the pier tonight
Engine hums in the gray dawn light