You sit in the back seat
The leather is cold gray
The city is a sheet
Of a wintery day
The meter runs slow tonight
We drift through a ghostly white
Just a fare in the midnight air
Take a ride to a place that's fair
The street signs are all blurred
The asphalt is a lake
A single lonely word
Is a promise you break
The meter runs slow tonight
We drift through a ghostly white
Just a fare in the midnight air
Take a ride to a place that's fair
I know every dead end
The alleyways and grime
A road that will not bend
In a frozen stretch of time
Check the mirror for a sign
Cross the double yellow line
Hold your breath and feel the sway
While the city melts away
The wipers beat a drum
On a glass wall of sleet
The engine starts to hum
On a one way empty street
The meter runs slow tonight
We drift through a ghostly white
Just a fare in the midnight air
Take a ride to a place that's fair
The coffee in my cup
Has gone bitter and black
The sun will not wake up
And there is no turning back
The meter runs slow tonight
We drift through a ghostly white
Just a fare in the midnight air
Take a ride to a place that's fair
Keep the change in your hand
Welcome to the split land
