Underneath a parked car, across the street and back
The outline looks a little like a ring of fire that has already burned through half
Pavement cracks follow a tree root path
Sitting in the back seat of an orange cab
Listening for the war to start, listening for the siren of a breaking heart
Quiet, content, and happy with what I had
Sitting in the back seat of an orange cab
Sometimes the block used to lose power, when the train used to roll on by
Until they put the wires underground, built a wall for us all to live our lives behind
I always thought the train was there to remind us about all the things we might like to try
But the block used to lose power, when the train used to roll on by
So now we take a cab, when we want to get away
To a cafe on a beach in Mexico
Where the radio competes with a mariachi band
Familiar song from the 60s, that we always used to hear every time our plane would land
And we'd all start humming along
When the mariachi band headed into the kitchen
We could hear Dusty Springfield singing of her hopin' and her wishin'
(Lyrics from the song "Orange Cab"-- written by David a few years ago, and recently performed at an open mic event in London)
