The Taxi Phone Call

[Intro] [Verse 1] Dialing digits with a shaky hand, A voice whispers, "Come to 3rd and Sand." Static crackles like a distant storm, Tires screech as the cab takes form. "Driver, hurry, there’s no time to stall, The clock’s ticking, I’m chasing a shadow down the hall." [Chorus] Neon lights blur in the rearview glass, Echoes of a secret I can’t let pass. Every turn feels like a twisted rhyme, Scarty phone call at the witching hour time. [Verse 2] He checks the mirror, sees an empty seat, But the meter’s running to a phantom b**t. "Who’s your passenger?" the radio drones, A chill replies in monotone. "Just drive faster, leave the questions behind, The night’s got teeth and it’s closing in behind." [Chorus] Neon lights blur in the rearview glass, Echoes of a secret I can’t let pass. Every turn feels like a twisted rhyme, Scarty phone call at the witching hour time. [Bridge] The engine hums a lullaby low, Streetlamps flicker, where’s this road gonna go? A silhouette waves from a crumbling lane, The cab fades out like a ghostly train. [Chorus] Neon lights blur in the rearview glass, Echoes of a secret I can’t let pass. Every turn feels like a twisted rhyme, Scarty phone call at the witching hour time. [Outro]