Another+long+day+in+the+cab

AD x 8 Chorus ED x 2 AED

Another long day in the cabs I pull out a cold one and rip off the scab A train goes by shaking the walls I close my eyes – there’s no room for thinking at all

I wake up at half past five Splash the sleep from my aching eyes A cup of coffee and a cigarette As healthy a breakfast as I ever get

I won't stop for food until my first good fare And my pocket has been emptied of its stale air Hopin for a ride from the airport to the edge of god knows where