Meter's off but eyes stay sharp
Dawn breaks slow on Maple Park
Spokes catch gold in quiet air
Rider sits without a care
Spoke light cuts the morning gray
Pedals turn the night away
Taxi waits but driver sees
Freedom rides on two-wheel breeze
Rain-slicked curb reflects the sky
Cabbie watches time go by
Chain ring sings a metal hymn
Morning stretches limb by limb
Spoke light cuts the morning gray
Pedals turn the night away
Taxi waits but driver sees
Freedom rides on two-wheel breeze
Attic window frames the scene
Dust and light in between
Rider breathes in rhythm deep
Promises the dawn will keep
Thirty years I've drove these streets
Never saw a morn so sweet
Four wheels heavy two wheels free
That's the gospel that's the key
Brass stabs cut the humid air
Moog bass thumps without a care
Juno pads like clouds unfold
Stories that the city told
Spoke light cuts the morning gray
Pedals turn the night away
Taxi waits but driver sees
Freedom rides on two-wheel breeze
Fare collected meter dead
Words unspoken loosely said
Spoke light falls as day grows strong
Cab rolls on but not for long
Spoke light cuts the morning gray
Pedals turn the night away
Taxi waits but driver sees
Freedom rides on two-wheel breeze
Spoke light cuts the morning gray
Pedals turn the night away
Meter's off but eyes stay sharp
Spoke light cuts the morning gray