You grip the wheel of a wooden cart
White limestone ribs pierce the morning fog
No meter runs on this ancient road
Just fossil shells in the wheel ruts deep
Stone fare paid in salt and wind
Marble arches frame the sky you chase
Stone fare paid in salt and wind
No passenger waits at journey's end
Compass needle drinks the polar light
Columns stand like fare signs in the dark
Capitals carved with no language known
Cornices drip with a million years
Stone fare paid in salt and wind
Marble arches frame the sky you chase
Stone fare paid in salt and wind
No passenger waits at journey's end
Tide pools mirror the vaulted ceilings
Stalactite chandeliers hang blind
You map the grid of a drowned city
Every street a channel for the sea
Stone fare paid in salt and wind
Marble arches frame the sky you chase
Stone fare paid in salt and wind
No passenger waits at journey's end
Wheels turn loose on the polished flags
Axle grease mixes with limestone dust
No dispatch calls on the radio
Just gulls that scream like broken horns
Night falls hard on the western quay
Phosphorescence paints the broken piers
You sleep beneath a pediment's shade
Dreaming of fares that never return
Dawn breaks cold on the marble quay
You load the cart with salt and charts
Continental shelf drops to abyss
One more mile on the stone fare road
Stone fare paid in salt and wind
Marble arches frame the sky you chase
Stone fare paid in salt and wind
No passenger waits at journey's end
Stone fare paid in salt and wind
Marble arches frame the sky you chase
Stone fare paid in salt and wind
The continent ends where the sky begins
Pedal steel fades like a gull at dusk
Wheels roll on into the white unknown
