drive[her]

you're on the sidewalk
   waiting for a shiny red taxi
and you can hear the people
                                            talk
all around you, teksi, teksi, teksi

but none of them are for you.

    and you want one to be for you
so bad
           so
               so bad,
   you want to start anew
on the other                                   side of the street

but there are no taxis for you.

   there has to be, there has to be,
hands waving, white flags aplenty,

     take me a w a y, take me
and they all blur past until the streets echo e m   p t y
(

but there are
                 no taxis for        you)

instead, a black car pulls up
  next to you,
get in, he says, we could go somewhere, 
            if you want
and you want a lot and the windows are tinted
                                                                                 black
                                                                                                 ,
                                                                                                        so you do.