Taylor

(album: On And On - 2003)

They say Taylor was a good girl
Never one to be late
Complain
Express ideas in her brain

Working on the night shift
Passing out the tickets
You're gonna have to pay her
If you wanna park here

Well, mommy's little dancer
Has quite a little secret
Working on the streets now
Never gonna keep it

It's quite an imposition
And now she's only wishing
That she would have listened
To the words they said

Poor Taylor

Well, she just wanders around
Unaffected by the winter winds, yeah
And she'll pretend that
She's somewhere else
So far and clear
About 2'000 miles from here

Well, Peter Patrick pitter-patters on the window
And Sunny Silhouette won't let him in
And poor old Pete's got nothing
'Cause he's been falling
And somehow Sunny knows just where he's been

He thinks that singing on a Sunday gonna save his soul
But now that Saturday's gone
Well, sometimes he thinks that he's on his way
But I can see that his brake lights are on

And he just wanders around
Unaffected by the winter winds, yeah
And he'll pretend that
Well, he's somewhere else
So far and clear
About 2'000 miles from here

She's such a tough enchilada
Filled up with nada
Giving what you gotta give
To get a dollar bill

She used to be a limber chick and
Time has been a-ticking
Now she's finger-licking
To the man
With the money in his pocket
Flying in his rocket
Only stopping by on his way to a better world

If Taylor finds a better world
Taylor's gonna run away