The Taxi Driver

Another night wandering aimlessly

Meandering and lonely

Gas guzzling in this old cab

This old scab

Turning right on 27th

Left on 33rd 

And right again on 45th

Flying free like a bird

Was looking for a job and then I found a job

And then I became the job

Your tool to go from A to B

Go and be what you wanna be

Powerless and purposeless

Witless and aimless

Violently wanting to be at peace

Alive and in one piece

Just a nobody looking to be a somebody

An automation looking to feel alive

Some guy named Bickle

Just another taxi driver