Track 8 of the album Gridlock Gospel · 2019
Meter Running, Stories Told
by Kane Rivers
“A driver with a photo by the dashboard and a city sliding by. Back-seat poetry.”
boom-bap · smooth boom-bap · late-night rap · 3:21
Lyrics
Back seat, half past midnight, city sliding by Driver's got a photo taped up by the dashboard eye Says he's driven twenty years, he knows the way by heart Every red light's a chapter, every fare's a brand new start Wipers click like a metronome, radio turned low He tells me 'bout his daughter's school, how fast the seasons go I came in with my head down, rhyme book on my knee He said, young man, the road teaches what the pages can't be Meter's running, but the time ain't lost Every mile's got a story, every story's got a cost Meter running, stories told Strangers in the back seat, hearts unfold Left at the light, right at the bridge Every ride's a little life, a little gift Meter running, stories told Warm in the cab when the night gets cold Drop me at the corner, keep the change Take the story with me, nothing's the same He drove a bride to the chapel with her veil caught in the door Drove a nurse home at dawn, she could barely stand no more Drove a kid to the airport with a one-way ticket tight Said, I tell 'em all the same thing: call your mama tonight Now I'm thinking of my mama, how I never pick up quick Thinking of the voicemails that I let sit, let them stick He laughs, says the city's loud but people are soft Under all that concrete, there's a heart that's turned the volume off Meter's running, but the time ain't lost Every mile's got a story, every story's got a cost Meter running, stories told Strangers in the back seat, hearts unfold Left at the light, right at the bridge Every ride's a little life, a little gift Meter running, stories told Warm in the cab when the night gets cold Drop me at the corner, keep the change Take the story with me, nothing's the same We pull up to my building, porch light burning gold He says, write it down, kid, before the story gets old I tipped him double, shook his hand, stepped out in the air Dialed my mama's number standing on the stair She picked up on the second ring, said, baby, you okay I said, yeah, I just wanted to hear you say my name today The cab pulled off slow, taillights fading red Kept the whole ride in my pocket and a verse inside my head Somewhere there's a driver with a photo by the glass Turning every lonely block into a story that will last Somewhere there's a back seat, somebody's heart unspooled Thank you for the ride, man, thank you for the school Meter running, stories told Strangers in the back seat, hearts unfold Left at the light, right at the bridge Every ride's a little life, a little gift Meter running, stories told Warm in the cab when the night gets cold Drop me at the corner, keep the change Take the story with me, nothing's the same Meter running, stories told Keep the change, keep the change