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      The Taxi Ride 
it's clear to me now 
I understand 
a jump of cards 
in an idle man's hand 
ohhh...you're sleeping 
this is the story  
of your leaving
 
I can win you with reason 
I can make you agree 
the way that I love you 
it only makes sense 
that you love me 
but down through the sad facts I'm sifting 
you did not think this 
without help from me
 
I've called a taxi 
it's coming at dawn 
I said send the best one 
it's a long, long, lonely ride 
to find the perfect lover for your lover 
and the morning light is breaking
 
I thought I heard someone screaming outside 
but it was just a bus pulling away
 
love is a strange thing 
it depends what one gives 
and sometimes to give means 
give someone away 
ohhh ... you're sleeping 
the same sad pillow 
said you're leaving
 
I move with your breathing 
I breathe with your beauty 
your sweet heaviness 
your deep voice your soft neck  
I press my face 
...did you call me?... 
it's only the trees outside flailing 
it's only the sirens that are wailing
 
hurry up driver 
you're going too slow 
can't you go faster 
it's a long, long, lonely ride 
to find the perfect lover 
for your lover 
and the morning light is breaking
 
and then you realize you are alone 
and your skin against the cold 
metal of awareness you fall into 
a deeper dreamless slumber and 
a stranger enters the room and 
is struck by the transparency of 
your cheeks and then your arms 
and hands and wonders at the 
waxen figure and walks out again 
the stranger walks out into the 
street watching cars pass and 
people cross and scenery change 
he sees a palm frond thinks how 
ugly - is surprised by the violence 
of the thought looks again at it 
feels nothing and walks on
 
a deep and dreamless slumber 
where only the slow pulse 
in the waxen temples keeps vigil
 
      
        
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