Lyrics
Graco buckle clicks, it’s 7:15 on Glenwood, I’m good.
Sun-baked vinyl smell, that crushed-up Cheerio dust in the hood
of her little pink coat, I feel the engine's throat clear and rumble.
He checks me in the mirror, a prayer in his mumble, he never stumble.
Heard him on the phone last night, talkin' 'bout stripped gears and a late fee.
Today his voice is different, "Look at the trees, baby, you see?"
I just hold her steady when he hits that pothole on Flat Shoals.
My whole purpose in this chassis is keepin' his whole purpose whole.
[Chorus]
Five-point harness on a heart of gold.
I'm the rear-facing king on this cracked asphalt road.
I don't know the destination, just the weight I gotta hold.
Yeah, the rear-facing king, a story never told.
[Verse 2]
The afternoon's quiet, just me and the silence and the heat.
Heard him talkin' to her mama, the tension in the space between the beeps.
"The money's on the way, I swear," a promise I can feel in the frame.
Then the dispatch crackles, another broken-down name, another game.
I saw the blue lights flash last week, a Tuesday in the pourin' rain.
Felt his hands grip the wheel tight, a different kind of pressure, a different pain.
He was just polite and quiet, but I felt the car get cold inside.
I'm the only thing in here that's got nothin' to prove, got nothin' to hide.
[Chorus]
Five-point harness on a heart of gold.
I'm the rear-facing king on this cracked asphalt road.
I don't know the destination, just the weight I gotta hold.
Yeah, the rear-facing king, a story never told.
[Bridge]
(Beat breaks down to just drums, 808 and a faint banjo pluck)
(Ad-libs from Deacon Keyz)
(Yeah...)
(Uh-huh...)
(For her...)
(Always...)
(My girl...)
(Locked in...)
(That's the key...)
(Right here...)
[Chorus]
Five-point harness on a heart of gold.
I'm the rear-facing king on this cracked asphalt road.
I don't know the destination, just the weight I gotta hold.
Yeah, the rear-facing king, a story never told.
[Outro]
The door opens up again, smell of school glue and the afternoon.
Weight settles back in me, humming a tow-truck tune.
About Deacon Keyz
Deacon Keyz learned to play piano in his grandmother's East Atlanta church, but life had other plans. At 18, the birth of his daughter Maya put his musical dreams on hold for a decade of warehouse shifts and late-night tow truck runs. His music is made in the hours after she's asleep, blending sanctified organ loops with the sound of the city he navigates every day. These are lullabies from the…
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