Taxi After Taxi

Slouched on a curb of a Berlin hotel
One I doubt is aging well
Nothing like that ever will

Slouched on a curb of a Berlin hotel
One I doubt is aging well
Nothing like that ever will

I let taxi after taxi after taxi go by
I could feel life shifting like a tremor in the ground

I let taxi after taxi after taxi go by
I could feel life shifting like a tremor in the ground

Now I wonder, in an even-handed way
Where I'd be had I raised my forsaken hand

Would I be a flame in the grеat hall of smoke
Or another man overboard?

I would havе not dared say "Stop the car"
For I know I'm no hopeless romantic

I would have not dared say "Stop the car"
Gone all the way to Montreal
Instead of flying back to you
Flying back to you
Flying back to you
Flying back to you
Flying back to you
Flying back to you
Flying back to you

A fork in the path is what most would say
I say a fulcrum between the past and today

And if that's the hammer that forges the blade
In the steel I see rainbows, and I'm okay

A prism in the puddle on our street
Where the kid likes to kick his little boots, so blue

If I had found some other meaning of truth
Would I be lost in the look of someone not at all like you?

Or if I had found some other meaning of truth
Would I find myself still flying back to you?
Flying back to you
Flying back to you
Flying back to you
Flying back to you
Flying back to you
Flying back to you

I let taxi after taxi after taxi go by
So show me those rainbows

I let taxi after taxi after taxi go by
So show me those rainbows

I let taxi after taxi after taxi go by
So show me those rainbows