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