Grey clouds hang low on the city street
Cold water washes the tired beat
Yellow cabs idle in a long line
Waiting for signals and a green sign
Drivers are staring through a wet pane
Watching the drizzle and the soft rain
Portland is hiding in a dim haze
Lost in the rhythm of the wet days
Oh, hear the synth pop on the radio
The plastic rhythm makes the spirit glow
Ride in the yellow through the silver mist
A city moment that the rain has kissed
Rubber is humming on the black road
Carrying people and a heavy load
Wipers are swinging in a slow arc
Cutting the shadows before it gets dark
Oh, hear the synth pop on the radio
The plastic rhythm makes the spirit glow
Ride in the yellow through the silver mist
A city moment that the rain has kissed
I kept the lamp lit on the rocky shore
Now I am knocking on a different door
From the salt spray to the city steam
Living inside of a synthetic dream
Steel and the concrete and the wet glass
Watching the hours and the minutes pass
Taxis are humming like a hive of bees
Swaying like branches of the willow trees
Brakes make a screech in the heavy air
People are rushing with a vacant stare
The beat is pumping from a tiny box
Ticking away like the harbor clocks
Oh, hear the synth pop on the radio
The plastic rhythm makes the spirit glow
Ride in the yellow through the silver mist
A city moment that the rain has kissed
Yellow cab rain in the Portland light
Ride through the drizzle into the night
Yellow cab rain.
