Voices

Bob drives taxis when the meter runs Bobby hears the music when it's done He hears the voices He hears the voices Wheels on rain, lightning from the storm Bobby takes the gas Pedal to the floor The voices He hears the voices Refrain: Coming from the traffic, Coming from the cube Like the cry of babies Passing through a tube Voices run inside you Jill breathes carbon trailing from the bus, it's like Staring in the eyes of Lazarus The voices She hears the voices Like a starving whisper no one ever heard Like an epileptic hummingbird The voices She hears the voices