Track 10 of the album Small Hours, Slow Light · 2021
The Taxi Home Was Quiet
by Wren Hallett
“The music was too loud, my friends disappeared and the taxi home was the quietest part of the night. I was grateful for it.”
indie folk · hushed folk · late-night ballad · 3:31
Lyrics
The music was too loud all night The friends I came with disappeared I held a drink I didn't want And smiled at things I never heard Someone said a thing that stung I laughed it off and checked the time My shoes were wet, my phone was dead And nothing there was mine But the taxi home was quiet Streetlamps sliding down the glass The driver turned the radio low And let the bad night pass Nobody asked me anything Nobody needed me to be fine The taxi home was quiet And the quiet felt kind He said, long night, and I said yes He passed a tissue through the gap I watched the wet road shine like tin With my forehead on the cap Of my own cold hand against the window Counting every red light through Funny how a stranger's silence Can be the best thing I knew The taxi home was quiet Streetlamps sliding down the glass The driver turned the radio low And let the bad night pass Nobody asked me anything Nobody needed me to be fine The taxi home was quiet And the quiet felt kind Tomorrow I will laugh at it Or tell it as a joke Tonight I just want my own door And the hush of my own coat Keys in the dark, kettle on The small lamp by the stair The night went wrong but I got home And someone left a light there The taxi home was quiet Streetlamps sliding down the glass The driver turned the radio low And let the bad night pass Nobody asked me anything Nobody needed me to be fine The taxi home was quiet And the quiet felt kind And the quiet felt kind The quiet felt kind