You wake up in the morning,
You look upon a brand new day,
And when you finish yawning,
You look upon a brand new day,
The clothes you wear are purple,
Outside your room, the sky is grey
You wake up in the morning,
You haven't got a word to say.
You step out of the shadows,
You step into a taxi cab,
You speak your destination,
The driver slowly turns his head,
Outside the clouds are churning,
You haven't heard a word he's said,
Familiar situation, riding in a taxi cab.
You head into the city,
The avenue's already blocked,
The faces of frustration
Encircle you from every point,
The sky begins to thunder,
The weather brings it's own reward,
Another Monday morning,
Sitting in a taxi cab.
You step out of the shadows,
You step into a taxi cab,
You speak your destination,
The driver slowly turns his head,
Outside the clouds are churning,
You haven't heard a word he's said,
Familiar situation, riding in a taxi cab.
Familiar situation, riding in a taxi cab.
Familiar situation, riding in a taxi cab.
