Fog rolls in off the cold water
Salt eats steel like it oughta
Engine idles, meter dark
Waiting for a phantom mark
Rain hits the cracked dash leather
Wipers dance in tangled tether
She plugs in with silver wire
Harbor servers scream and fry
Blue lights cut the harbor night
Data burns in salt spray light
Old cab sits with engine off
Meter dead but running soft
Radio crackles dispatch voice
Saying son you got no choice
But I know a ghost when seen
Blue eyes cut the salt wind clean
Blue lights cut the harbor night
Data burns in salt spray light
Old cab sits with engine off
Meter dead but running soft
Twenty years I've driven nights
Seen the harbor change its lights
Wood to steel to fiber wire
Now the data starts to fry
Wheels turn but the pier stays put
Fares come and go, the dock don't shut
Blue eyes watch the tide roll in
Old cab waits for morning's grin
Blue lights cut the harbor night
Data burns in salt spray light
Old cab sits with engine off
Meter dead but running soft
Dawn breaks gray on rusted chains
Netrunner gone like morning rains
Meter starts with mechanical click
Another day, another trip
Blue lights cut the harbor night
Data burns in salt spray light
Old cab sits with engine off
Meter dead but running soft
Salt air rusts the taxi frame
Blue eyes haunt this driver's name
