Often confusing

The Find

There's some things you just can't find,
I can live without, I don't mind.
But to sit in that dark seat one night,
Neon strobes, and the engine drones.
Open on all sides to the road,
Driving a mile, running on soul.
Ain't nothing like a rickshaw ride,
Neon and cold.
High tech low life, those goddesses glowed.
And through the night we plowed,
Me and some poor sod, living untold.
Countless hours, and me just one,
Another passerby, in his realm.
He knows the streets like I don't myself,
Murky forests of concrete and rubble.
It's trust nothing more,
He could ride on till comes the morn.
But hey the rides great, it is something else.
One of those things you can't find anywhere else.
I can live without it, I don't mind,
But grateful I am for the find.