Taxi Cab

Taxi Cab - Guards

Unsentimental

Driving around

Sure of myself

Sure of it now

You were standing this close to me

Like the future was supposed to be

In the aisles of the grocery

And the blocks up town

I remember

Remember well

But if I'd forgotten

Could you tell

In the shadow of your first attack

I was questioning and looking back

You said "Baby we don't speak of that"

Like a real aristocrat

Compound to compound

Lazy and safe

Wanting to leave it

Wanting to wait

When the taxi doors opened wide

I pretended I was horrified

By the uniformed clothes outside

And the courtyard gate

You're not a victim

But neither am I

Nostalgic for garbage

Desperate for time

I could blame it on your mother's hair

Or the colors that your father wears

But I know that I was never fair

You were always fine