The car ride back always feels so strange,
Like a lonely return to some place.
The city lights that reflect against the window,
And in the background, the cab’s radio.
I see myself in all the faces I pass by,
Tired and weary, high and dry.
The car ride back always feels so strange,
Like a lonely return to some place.
The city lights that reflect against the window,
And in the background, the cab’s radio.
I see myself in all the faces I pass by,
Tired and weary, high and dry.
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