Taxicab

Introducing the old days
Clogged up, blown out, framed in a case
Taxicab, taxicab

Twelve street watches me come home
Bus stop swamped in 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
Middle of winter