Track Insight / Lyrics
Thirty years I knew the Seine's cold curve
Every boulevard, every nerve
Now I park where the zinc roofs gleam
Wake up slow in a golden stream
The city hums a low bass line
Rusty can on the terrace rail
Catching rain in a dented pail
Watering dry geraniums dead
Paris rooftops watch my head
Rusty can on the terrace rail
Passengers paid with stories and smoke
I drove the rich and I drove the broke
Now I tend a dry clay pot
Forget the destination, forgot the spot
Just zinc and slate and chimney smoke
Rusty can on the terrace rail
Catching rain in a dented pail
Watering dry geraniums dead
Paris rooftops watch my head
Rusty can on the terrace rail
The meter's stuck on a final sum
No more kilometers to come
The engine block is cold and still
I pour the water, watch it spill
On thirsty roots of window sill
Rusty can on the terrace rail
Catching rain in a dented pail
Watering dry geraniums dead
Paris rooftops watch my head
Rusty can on the terrace rail
Morning light hits the Sacré-Cœur dome
I count the spires, I count them home
No radio squawk, no dispatcher's call
Just the can against the stone wall
And the city breathing slow and deep
Steering wheel for a wooden spoon
Midnight shift for the afternoon
The fare was life, the change was time
Now I nurse a rhythm, not a rhyme
Heavy foot on a silent brake
Watching the city slowly wake
