I drove the midnight shift for years
The city hum is all I hear
A faded card upon the floor
I found it by the kitchen door
Tracing edges of the wooden porch
Holding on just like a steady torch
Thunder rolls across the summer sky
While the heavy clouds are drifting by
The ink is pale and turning grey
Like a tired street at end of day
I remember how the engine roared
While the rainy weather simply poured
Tracing edges of the wooden porch
Holding on just like a steady torch
Thunder rolls across the summer sky
While the heavy clouds are drifting by
A copper coin inside my palm
Keeps the restless city feeling calm
I watch the water hit the street
Where the asphalt and the river meet
Tracing edges of the wooden porch
Holding on just like a steady torch
Thunder rolls across the summer sky
While the heavy clouds are drifting by
The meter clicks a lonely beat
I feel the humid city heat
The postcard smells of old pine wood
I'd leave this town forever if I could
The headlights cut through silver haze
I spent my life in urban maze
But this small picture brings me home
No matter where the taxi wheels roam
Tracing edges of the wooden porch
Holding on just like a steady torch
Thunder rolls across the summer sky
While the heavy clouds are drifting by
Just a faded card in my hand. Park the car.
End of the line.
