Little City Driver

She rides on empty streets Always takes cottage grove Because she needs the taste of where they used to eat She feels these days are long ago This taxi smells like gasoline And I've seen all there is to see In this town Every road goes somewhere but I'm still here She wants her son to have a better view His guitar is his pillow at night You know he plays the parts until he gets it right She hopes the harmony makes him move So he's not stuck here too This taxi smells like gasoline And I've seen all there is to see In this town Every road goes somewhere but I'm still here And there must've been a two-way street I might have turned at differently These lights never change when you're in the wrong lane And if you turn turn into me I'll never forgive this little city driving me mundane This taxi smells like gasoline And I've seen all there is to see In this town Every road goes somewhere but I'm still here