Meter clicks off another night fare
Streetlamps blur past the frosted air
Orchard looms dark beyond the bypass
Branches heavy with winter's white lace
Snow falls soft on the idle wheel
Engine sighs in the evening chill
Passenger watches the white woods fill
Dusk settles deep on the silent hill
Snow on the branches snow on the road
Headlights paint the white boughs gold
Taxi waits where the orchard grows
Stories the frozen air holds
Radio plays an old city tune
Headlights cut through the afternoon
Apples frozen on the root and shoot
Night wraps the rows the farmer forgot
Snow falls soft on the idle wheel
Engine sighs in the evening chill
Passenger watches the white woods fill
Dusk settles deep on the silent hill
Snow on the branches snow on the road
Headlights paint the white boughs gold
Taxi waits where the orchard grows
Stories the frozen air holds
Steering wheel cold in my calloused grip
Thirty years reading the highway script
Orchard sighs where the snow drifts deep
Dusk turns the branches to crystal keep
Snow on the branches snow on the road
Headlights paint the white boughs gold
Taxi waits where the orchard grows
Stories the frozen air holds
Passenger smiles at the quiet scene
Breath makes clouds on the window
