Drove the night shift thirty years
Know every cobblestone and gear
Meter's dead but memory runs
Counting fares like rising suns
That rusty can on Paris roofs
Waters flowers waters truths
Sits alone on zinc and stone
Watching streets I've always known
Passenger left a seed packet
On the back seat damp and wet
Told me driver grow something green
In this city gray and mean
That rusty can on Paris roofs
Waters flowers waters truths
Sits alone on zinc and stone
Watching streets I've always known
Now I park near Montmartre hill
Engine off and standing still
Terrace door is slightly ajar
Reveal the can beneath a star
That rusty can on Paris roofs
Waters flowers waters truths
Sits alone on zinc and stone
Watching streets I've always known
Rain falls soft on rusted tin
Where the geraniums begin
No tourist crowds no lover's kiss
Just the can and midnight mist
My hands know steering wheels and gears
But this can has seen more years
