Quiet ride home
Former church organist
the numbers
- bpm
- 144
- key
- F minor
- energy
- 0.74
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.44
- vocal at
- 16.3s
- length
- 3:22
- language
- En
lyrics
On Gratiot, the wipers tap the glass You rub your thumb on the wheel, still A carryout bag swings from the back My work boots rest where the floorboards chill We pass the plant, the fence, the guardrail Your jaw stays loose, your hands stay light The dashboard hums through a red light And I can hear your breathing right Quiet ride home Quiet ride home Quiet ride home Quiet ride home Mud on the mat from a southside lot Your sleeves got dust from the brake shop door The thermostat clicks, then settles hot You nod once more by the corner store No big speech, just the radio low A grocery receipt by your cup Your church ring taps the change in the tray And that small stillness fills us up Quiet ride home Quiet ride home Quiet ride home Quiet ride home At the bridge, the river takes its time Steel gone black in the winter air You squeeze my shoulder at the next green Like you already said it there Quiet ride home Quiet ride home Quiet ride home Quiet ride home