Meter reads zero on a dead-end street
Rain slicks the hood where the rubber meets
No fare tonight just the engine cough
Waiting for a ghost to wave me off
Oil cloth runs slow on the cold steel spine
Moss eats the brick where the chimneys twine
Drowner tracks fade in the pooling water
Clean the edge for the morning slaughter
Silver shines in the moss tonight
Whetstone sings a quiet rite
Ruins sleep where the factory stood
Guarding gates of the forgotten wood
Dispatch crackles static on the dash
Proverb says cash avoids the crash
Turn the key let the diesel groan
This night shift belongs to me alone
Silver shines in the moss tonight
Whetstone sings a quiet rite
Ruins sleep where the factory stood
Guarding gates of the forgotten wood
Medallion hums against the chain
Headlight cuts through the falling rain
Two old hands know the weight of steel
One last job before we heal
Contract signed with a merchant blood
Nekker nest in the flooding mud
Sign of Quen holds the line till dawn
Silver flashes the monsters gone
Sunrise paints the rust a gold so bright
Meter clicks as I drive from the night
Fare paid in stories the road don't tell
Drop the flag wish the passenger well
Silver shines in the moss tonight
Whetstone sings a quiet rite
Ruins sleep where the factory stood
Guarding gates of the forgotten wood
Silver in the moss holds true
Waiting for the morning dew
Engine cools on the curb stone cold
Silver sleeps in its sheath of old