Taxi taking me home for tonight I’ve had enough
It’s been one of those weeks, now it’s raining and it’s late
Oh talk at me and fill my mind with anything but me and mine
Candour caught me off-guard when the driver shook his head
‘Sounds like two years too long’, I was shocked by what he said
Oh how could I have spent that time on anything but me and mine?
Well it’s true, I could have lied
When you asked me if I’d seen the match tonight
And if I knew then I’d have tried
And I’d have bluffed for long enough to stop you
Asking why I carry this guitar
Taxi leaving me here on the wrong side of the street
The walk might do me some good but I’d rather be asleep
And sleep will come and fill my mind with anything but me and mine
Just for tonight
Just for tonight
