Taylor

They say, Taylor was a good girl, never one to be late

Complain, express ideas in her brain

Working on the night shift, passing out the tickets

You're gonna have to pay her, if you wanna park here

Well, mommy's little dancer has quite a little secret

Working on the streets now, never gonna keep it

It's the quite an imposition and now she's only wishing

That she would have listened to the words they said

Poor Taylor, she just wanders around, unaffected by

The winter winds, yeah, and she'll pretend that

Well, she's somewhere else, so far and clear

About two thousand miles from here

Well, Peter Patrick pitter-patters on the window

The sunny silhouette won't let him in

And poor old Pete's got nothing, 'cause he's been falling

Somehow, Sonny knows just where he's been

He thinks that singing on Sunday  gonna save his soul

Now that Saturday's gone

And sometimes he thinks that he's on his way

But I could see that his brake lights are on

He just wanders around, unaffected by

The winter winds, yeah, and he'll pretend that

Well he's somewhere else, so far and clear

About two thousand miles from here

Such a tough enchilada, filled up with nada

Giving what you gotta give to get a dollar bill

Used to be a limber chicken, times have been a tickin'

Now she's finger lickin' to the man

With the money in his pocket, flying in his rocket

Only stopping by on his way to a better world

If Taylor finds a better world

Then Taylor's gonna run away