歌词
[Intro] [Verse] Rain hits the windshield glass Watching the city lights pass A bride in the back seat cries Wiping the dust from her eyes A poet writes on a scrap Tracing a ghost on a map [Chorus] The engine hums a low tune Under a paper-thin moon Neon on the wet street Keeping the rhythm and beat I'm just a ghost in the front Finding the magic I want [Post-Chorus] (Shoo-be-doo, ba-da-da) (Ba-da-da, mm-mm) Just a ghost in the front [Verse] The station clock struck ten I saw your face back then You left with a heavy bag Watching the suitcase tag I watched the steam fill the air Leaving you standing there [Chorus] The engine hums a low tune Under a paper-thin moon Neon on the wet street Keeping the rhythm and beat I'm just a ghost in the front Finding the magic I want [Bridge] Brushed snare and upright bass Moving from place to place Time is a velvet blur Thinking of how we were Finger-plucked chords in the dark Driving through Central Park [Solo] (Muted trumpet solo) (Celesta trills over bass) [Verse] Asphalt reflects the gold Stories that never get told Coffee in a paper cup Waiting for the sun to come up The meter keeps ticking away Chasing the ghosts of the day [Chorus] The engine hums a low tune Under a paper-thin moon Neon on the wet street Keeping the rhythm and beat I'm just a ghost in the front Finding the magic I want [Post-Chorus] (Shoo-be-doo, ba-da-da) (Ba-da-da, mm-mm) It's a sweet weight to carry [Breakdown] No more fares tonight Just the pale yellow light Letting the memories go Taking it nice and slow [Outro]
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