Rearview Saints

Ah-ah-ah-ah. Ah-ah-ah-ah. Ah, ah, ah.

Ah, ah, ah. Ah, ah,

ah. Rearview saints in neon rain. No gold in cab,

just stains. She said, "You drive like it's a game". I said,

"Life's a matter, fate's to blame". Rearview saints in yellow glow. No heaven here,

just streets I know. They tip in silence, they vanish slow.

And I ride with ghosts that I've known. Night's cold, cab smells like

metal and prayer. Rain hits like loose change. I'm already there. Mirrors cracked,