Track Insight / Lyrics
I know these streets like the lines on my palm
Every cobblestone calm, every alley psalm
The hound don't bark at the passing of cars
He watches the rooftops, counting the stars
Terrace hound, keeper of the slate
Paris sleeps deep behind your gate
No fare to chase, no meter to run
Just zinc and stone and the rising sun
My taxi sits idle on Rue de la Paix
No passengers waiting, just dawn in its tracks
The hound lifts his head, ears tuned to the hush
A pigeon takes flight in a pale morning blush
Terrace hound, keeper of the slate
Paris sleeps deep behind your gate
No fare to chase, no meter to run
Just zinc and stone and the rising sun
I've driven through rain, through snow, through July heat
The city reveals what the tourists don't meet
This terrace, this hound, a lesson in wait
Patience is king when you're scanning the gate
Terrace hound, keeper of the slate
Paris sleeps deep behind your gate
No fare to chase, no meter to run
Just zinc and stone and the rising sun
The meter stays dark, no francs to be made
But the view from this terrace is a debt repaid
The hound nods his head, acknowledges me
Two watchers of Paris, wild and free
Snow starts to fall on the zinc and the slate
Guitar strums sharp, but the hour is late
Snare hits crisp as the cold on my breath
The hound and I share a quiet deeper than death
Morning breaks pale over Sacré-Cœur dome
The hound stretches slow, heading for home
I turn the key, the engine coughs low
Another day's fare, another day's glow
Terrace hound, keeper of the slate
Paris sleeps deep behind your gate
No fare to chase, no meter to run
Just zinc and stone and the rising sun
Two watchers fade into the morning light
The terrace empty, the hound out of sight
