Track Insight / Lyrics
I wipe the counter, salt on my sleeve
He rides the alley, refuses to leave
His bike a skeleton of chrome and ice
He coughs a cloud, pays the winter price
Rusty pedals turn in slow motion
Cobblestones drink his quiet devotion
Snowflakes settle on the handlebar crown
He's the king of a ghostly town
I flip a burger, grease pops and sings
He adjusts his scarf, pulls tighter strings
His tires kiss stones that remember May
Now they're hard as the bills I pay
Rusty pedals turn in slow motion
Cobblestones drink his quiet devotion
Snowflakes settle on the handlebar crown
He's the king of a ghostly town
The regulars laugh, they don't see
The rider waiting patiently
His fingers numb on the brake lever's grip
He's a statue on a one-way trip
I pour a cup, steam curls like smoke
He's not stuck, he's not a joke
Just a man and his metal steed
Riding where the cold winds lead
My shift ends slow, the dawn turns gray
He's still there, ped
