Track 6 of the EP Three A.M. Kind · 2025
Taxi Home Alone, Shoes in My Hand
by Veda Monroe
“Left the party early and nobody noticed. I closed the EP on the quiet ride home.”
r&b · bedroom r&b · late-night r&b · 2:38
Lyrics
Left the party early, nobody saw me go Heels in my hand and the pavement cold Text from him unanswered, glowing on my phone Night out gone sideways, now I'm riding home alone Taxi driver humming to an old love song Rain on the glass, city lights blur along He asks me are you alright, I say I think I will be Funny how the quiet gives you room to finally see Shoes in my hand, city in the rear-view Silent in the back seat but I'm breaking through Shoes in my hand, I'm okay, I'm okay Wrong night, right lesson, I'm walking away Mascara like a map of the night that I had Laughing at the mess, it's half funny, half sad Driver passes tissues, says my daughter's just like you Strong when it's loud, soft when nobody's through Streetlight stripes flicker across my knees Hum along with him, feeling a little at ease Home's a few blocks, kettle and a quilt Nobody on the line, no tower to be built Shoes in my hand, city in the rear-view Silent in the back seat but I'm breaking through Shoes in my hand, I'm okay, I'm okay Wrong night, right lesson, I'm walking away I don't need the almost, I don't need the wait I don't need a maybe at a quarter past late I need a bed, a blanket, and a me that's kind Leaving all the noise and the ache behind Shoes in my hand, city in the rear-view Silent in the back seat but I'm breaking through Shoes in my hand, I'm okay, I'm okay Wrong night, right lesson, I'm walking away Thank you for the ride I'm okay, goodnight