Taxicab Lyrics

introducing the old days
clogged up, blown out, framed in a case

taxicab, taxicab

twelve street watches make come home
bus stops squat and blue and chrome.

taxicab, taxicab
middle of winter

i will pray for you someday
for all the things that i could not say
you'll be talking to yourself in the street

taxicab, taxicab (x2)
middle of winter