Verse 1 Yellow light cuts through the rain A lonely driver filled with pain His eyes scan streets where shadows dwell A mind that's built its private hell The city's filth upon his skin He feels it crawling deep within Chorus "Are you talking to me?" Words whispered to reflections cold "Are you talking to me?" A question turning madness bold The mirror knows what no one sees Behind the wheel, behind the wheel Verse 2 Mohawk shadow, army coat Dark thoughts that seem to stay afloat Fingers trace cold metal's curve A twisted kind of justice served The clock ticks on past midnight's hour Rain-soaked streets give him his power Bridge The camera caught a soul laid bare That famous stare, that famous stare A character we can't forget Though fifty years have passed us yet Verse 3 A campaign worker bathed in light A young girl lost in neon night The candidate, the pimp, the sage All players on his urban stage As raindrops beat a steady drum He waits for what is yet to come Chorus "Are you talking to me?" Words whispered to reflections cold "Are you talking to me?" A question turning madness bold The mirror knows what no one sees Behind the wheel, behind the wheel Outro The meter runs through endless time A performance so sublime From that cab to legend's throne An actor making roles his own The city sleeps, the driver waits His legacy still resonates
