I drive the Loop in a yellow haze
Counting the turns of these city ways
I know the shortcuts through the gray
Where the ghosts of the rhythm stay
Wind up the spring and let it spin
Where the heavy bass lines begin
Deep in the basement of the street
We find the ghost of a steady beat
I held the gears in a tiny frame
Now I remember the club's old name
Down the stairs where the air is thick
Waiting for the clock to click
Wind up the spring and let it spin
Where the heavy bass lines begin
Deep in the basement of the street
We find the ghost of a steady beat
The fare is cheap but the road is long
I hum the notes of a forgotten song
Steel on the rail and a rubber tire
Setting the midnight mood on fire
Wind up the spring and let it spin
Where the heavy bass lines begin
Deep in the basement of the street
We find the ghost of a steady beat
The brass is polished and the glass is clear
I can feel the old music near
Screwing the bolt and the timing right
Under the glow of a street lamp light
Slick on the pavement and cold in the air
Taking the gamble a driver will dare
One last turn to the hidden door
Tapping my toe on the concrete floor
I park the cab by the alley wall
Listening for the trumpet call
A rusty key and a heavy lock
Turning the dial on a frozen clock
Wind up the spring and let it spin
Where the heavy bass lines begin
Deep in the basement of the street
We find the ghost of a steady beat
Keep the meter running slow
This is the only way to go
Just one more gear
Now we are here
