Taxi After Taxi Songtext
von Spencer Krug

Slouched on the curb of a Berlin hotel
Wanna doubt his aging will, nothing like that ever will

Slouched on the curb of a Berlin hotel
Wanna doubt his aging will, nothing like that ever will

I let taxi, after taxi, after taxi, go by
I could feel life shifting like a tremor in the ground

I let taxi, after taxi, after taxi, go by
I could feel life shifting like a tremor in the ground

Now I wonder in an even-handed way
Where I′d be had I raised my forsaken hand
Would I be a flame
In the great hall of smoke
Or another man overboard?

I would not have dared say, "Stop the car"
For I know I'm no hopeless romantic
I would not have dared say, "Stop the car"
Gone all the way to Montreal
Instead of flying back to you


Flying back to you, flying back to you
Flying back to you, flying back to you
Flying back to you, flying back to you

A fork in the path is what most would say
I say a folk room between the past and today

And if that′s the hammer that forges the blade
In the steel I see rainbows and I am okay

A prism in the puddle on our street
Where the kid likes to kick
His little boots of blue
If I'd found some other meaning of truth
Would I be lost in the look
Of someone not at all like you?

Or if I'd found some other meaning of truth
Would I find myself still flying back to you

Flying back to you, flying back to you
Flying back to you, flying back to you
Flying back to you, flying back to you


I let taxi, after taxi, go by
So show me those rainbows
I let taxi, after taxi, go by
So show me those rainbows
I let taxi, after taxi, go by
So show me those rainbows