Taxi Tale

All night long I roam these streets
Picking up drunks, sweethearts and freaks
Night after night I am in my car
Rushing to the hospital
Or sitting and waiting in front of some bar
Night after night I am in my car
Hauling around strangers can really get bizarre
Sometimes I’m bored, sometimes I’m scared
Sometimes I’m listening to a heart being bared
But all night long I roam these streets
Looking for those drunks, sweethearts and freaks.