Track 1 of the single Cab Driver's Almanac · 2015
Cab Driver's Almanac
“We rode in a lot of taxis that year and this is what the drivers told us. Pies are involved.”
folk-pop · groovy folk-pop · storytelling pop · 2:32
Lyrics
Back seat window, the city rolls by He tells me the streets by the names of old pies Here was a cinema, there was a dance And that's where he met her, the girl in the dress He's driven these roads for thirty-one years Weddings and funerals, hopes and the fears He taps on the wheel to a song on the dash And he talks like a river that never runs out Oh, take me the long way, I'm in no hurry Tell me the story of the corner and the street Every driver's a keeper of a small city's almanac And the meter's running sweet He points out a doorway, a bakery light Says the best of this town happens late at night I laugh, and he winks in the mirror at me And we turn down a street I have never seen Oh, take me the long way, I'm in no hurry Tell me the story of the corner and the street Every driver's a keeper of a small city's almanac And the meter's running sweet Somewhere between the lights Between the red and green A stranger hands you a map Made of everything he's seen Oh, take me the long way, I'm in no hurry Tell me the story of the corner and the street Every driver's a keeper of a small city's almanac And the meter's running sweet And the meter's running sweet