Walk by the man who sings a song
To the streetlights
And turns out everybody claps

They don't believe in cabs
They don't believe in cabs
They don't believe in cabs

They don't believe in cabs

And they all go wild

But they walk instead
They all go wild
They walk instead

They all go wild

Now, talk to the man

Who's laying down
By the door of a bank
And people don't rely

On the traffic lights
They don't believe in lights
They don't believe in lights

They don't believe in lights
They don't believe
It's a confusing situation

They all get run over in
Petrol stations but they rock
But they rock, but they rock, but they rock

And there are faces on the six AM
Working crowds who take the subway
From their homes to their lonely nights


Walk by the man who sings a song
To the streetlights

And turns out everybody claps
They don't believe in cabs
They don't believe in


Walk by the man who sings a song
To the streetlights

And turns out everybody claps
They don't believe in cabs
They don't believe in cabs

Don't believe in cabs

Walk by the man who sings a song

To the streetlights
And turns out everybody claps
They don't believe in