Grey clouds hang low over the street
Drizzle falls on the heavy beat
Yellow cabs wait in a steady row
Watching the cold river water flow
Tires hum on the salted ground
Plastic coats make a rustle sound
Glass is fogged by the heater heat
Waiters sweep the empty concrete beat
Yellow idle in the Portland rain
Synthetic pop is a humming chain
Turn the dial till the colors spin
Let the electric rhythm begin
Radio plays a plastic song
Digital voices singing along
Wipers swipe in a steady line
Counting the beats of a ticking time
Yellow idle in the Portland rain
Synthetic pop is a humming chain
Turn the dial till the colors spin
Let the electric rhythm begin
I kept the lamp for the rolling deep
While the city fell fast asleep
Now the storm breaks and the air is clear
The sudden light is finally here
Drivers lean on the vinyl seat
Looking out at the dripping street
Synthetic chords hit a sudden high
Cutting a hole in the charcoal sky
Yellow paint on a wet black road
Carrying a heavy urban load
The beat is loud and the bass is deep
Waking the town from a winter sleep
Yellow idle in the Portland rain
Synthetic pop is a humming chain
Turn the dial till the colors spin
Let the electric rhythm begin
Yellow idle, yellow glow.
Let the electric rhythm flow.
