Lyrics

Chrome Boulevard

Midnight taxis paint the rainy curbs in springtime gold
You’re counting favors that your summer never told
Neon prophets calling out your hidden autumn name
Selling one last ticket to the same old winter game
But every story has got a silvery, dotted line
You sign it once, now the inkspots are all mine

Down on Chrome Boulevard
Where the saints play poker in the neon muffled yard
You keep chasing that stolen card
But the deal goes down
And the dealer’s playing hard

Your silver watch says you are running late
But time’s a hustle that you love to hate
A backstage angel with a smoked out grin
Says “No returns once the show begins”
You try to read between those crooked lines
But every truth’s just a redesigned lie

Down on Chrome Boulevard
Where the backroom judges deal your million dollar card
You keep running but not too far
‘Cause the streets all end
Where the dreamers park their cars

You tap the brake, the city sighs
Traffic halos blur your window shield like foggy alibis
You chase the truth in every bar
But all you get is who you've been and what you are

Down on Chrome Boulevard
Every move you make leaves a fading scar
Still you play that electric arc
Where the night sells broken dreams
On a platinum credit card