Album Name : Small Steps
Release Date : 2002-08-14
Song Duration : 4:01
Heiruspecs Meters
[Felix] Life is blurry At 4 AM our wheels be in a scurry With the sun a-rising and the moon a-falling As my [...] The early risers chattering off of plenty of insight It's this type of morning that could keep my hair curly Cause no city sleeps, life is pulsing through the streets Like the blood within your veins, you can always hear the heartbeat Parts weave parts as they propel me 'cross the concrete Maps and charts are stowed away under my seat
Looking out my windshield I find a little peace of mind Trying to pass the time I find a little peace of self The more I tune into, the more I listen close The more concrete I overrun the more I know Looking out my windshield I find a little peace of mind Trying to pass the time I find a little peace of self The more I tune into, the more I listen close The more concrete I overrun the more I know
Life is blurry See everybody moves in such a hurry With the flurry of activity in the morning on the worry See we all wait to work, and we all work to move And it gets to be a hassle but money makes the groove Every 10 AM I'm called to a side street Open up the door because he's got black cane and white feet The cane steadies one foot and both down the stairs His wife beside him too, you can count the white hairs Inside it's off to church, these two are dressed lavish I don't ask why, I don't know, it's not Sabbath They leave not a tip at the end of the trip I leave swift with my Crown Vic, doing that hop-skip Dayshift passed on a second Filling out the lunch breaks and grocery store presents Peasants are broke, and rich people got the goods I drive 'em all the way to the woods, as I should
Looking out my windshield I find a little peace of mind Trying to pass the time I find a little peace of self The more I tune into, the more I listen close The more concrete I overrun the more I know Looking out my windshield I find a little peace of mind Trying to pass the time I find a little peace of self The more I tune into, the more I listen close The more concrete I overrun the more I know
Life is blurry At rush hour the traffic here is taking its slurry time Is money and these people always worry Suitcase, groceries, babies, and bags Later on it gets to feeling like more than a drag My hubcaps came off, I didn't even notice Not that it matters, my yellow paint is the focus At a cab stand, getting no fares, it's bogus Works out for most, so we pan out like locusts Nobody but dispatch can understand the scene The sun falls, and street lights are backed by moon beams I was just told about the end of a dream One of my friends just couldn't control his machine Nap at stoplights, and move on with change Taxi cab confessions, every time feels strange So many people, all playing such games So many fares that [...] the range
Looking out my windshield I find a little peace of mind Trying to pass the time I find a little peace of self The more I tune into, the more I listen close The more concrete I overrun the more I know Looking out my windshield I find a little peace of mind Trying to pass the time I find a little peace of self The more I tune into, the more I listen close The more concrete I overrun the more I know
Looking out my windshield I find a little peace of mind Trying to pass the time I find a little peace of self The more I tune into, the more I listen close The more concrete I overrun the more I know Looking out my windshield I find a little peace of mind Trying to pass the time I find a little peace of self The more I tune into, the more I listen close The more concrete I overrun the more I know