Taxicab - Mobius Band

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