Track Insight / Lyrics
Electric rivers, softly gleam,
A silent current, a waking dream.
Steel and rubber, a steady pace,
Lost in motion, time and space.
I am the scooter, painted bright,
A tiny comet in the neon light.
Through crowded markets, I swiftly glide,
A metal blossom on the city's tide.
The Mekong whispers, a humid breeze,
Past ancient temples, through banyan trees.
This concrete jungle, my winding track,
No turning back, no turning back.
Saigon flow, a silver stream,
Reflecting stories, a vibrant dream.
Wheels are turning, a gentle hum,
Beneath the stars, 'til kingdom come.
I carry lovers, young and free,
A fragrant jasmine, close to me.
Past golden pagodas, I gently roam,
Bringing people closer to their home.
The Mekong whispers, a humid breeze,
Past ancient temples, through banyan trees.
This concrete jungle, my winding track,
No turning back, no turning back.
Saigon flow, a silver stream,
Reflecting stories, a vibrant dream.
Wheels are turning, a gentle hum,
Beneath the stars, 'til kingdom come.
Old man selling pho, a smoky grace,
Children laughing, a smiling face.
I watch the city, wake and sleep,
Secrets that the pavements keep.
A student rushing, late for class,
A hurried moment, quickly passed.
A vendor shouting, a lively sound,
Lost and found, on sacred ground.
Saigon flow, a silver stream,
Reflecting stories, a vibrant dream.
Wheels are turning, a gentle hum,
Beneath the stars, 'til kingdom come.
I feel the rhythm, deep inside,
The pulse of Saigon, my endless ride.
A constant motion, a restless soul,
Taking its toll, making me whole.
Saigon flow, a silver stream,
Reflecting stories, a vibrant dream.
Wheels are turning, a powerful hum,
Beneath the stars, 'til kingdom come.
Electric rivers, fade away,
Into the darkness, of a new day.
A silent promise, softly told,
Saigon flow, forever bold.
