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Meter ticks like borrowed time
Backseat dreams in single file
Driver hums a foreign tune
Night feels wide, the ride feels soon
Where I’m going’s not the point
Late taxi thoughts roll slow
Places only silence knows
I don’t need to say too much
I just need this moving touch
Streetnames blur into regret
Things I said and things I left
City rolls me like a coin
Heads or tails, I’m still adjoined
If I never quite arrive
At least I stayed alive
Late taxi thoughts roll slow
Places only silence knows
I don’t need to say too much
I just need this moving touch
Late taxi thoughts tonight
Soft and heavy, wrong and right
Let the meter take its part
I’ll pay the fare with heart
Ba-doo… take me home