Criss-cross laces

You have the centre


You have the cinnamon


In the centre

You shouldn't be alone


You shouldn't just pick up yourself


And shine yourself

And make yourself fit a brand new maybe


In the side streets


You been walking

I have been walking too


So, you know the faces


You know how they'll flirt with you



Well, I know my favourite language

Well, it trickles down my mouth


If this is me


Being close to you

Being somewhere like the last night we spend together


That is something next to nothing


That is something

So, I got my truth of many colours


I got my fears


Another shade

But when I'm riding my happy taxi


I guess I got it made



Who's that creeping?


In the street there

Who's that creeping?


By your window


She might know something

She might show you some things


You never really want to share forever


Mean forever

'Cos it feels so slow



We drove out like something special


In our special rags


Well, I know that something special happens!

When we drive our sad to happy

We go driving


In our happy taxi

In our happy taxi



I am not the

First street preacher


Not the first to

Want to lead you

Not the first to


Leave your money

Not the first to

Leave your home


Not the first to

Leave forever

Glad to go


When love has gone


So where am I going?

Where am I going tonight?


So where am I staying?

In my happy moonlight

In my happy taxi

In my happy taxi


In my happy taxi

In my happy taxi

In my happy taxi


In my happy taxi

Would you drive me down?

Would you drive me down?

Would you drive me down?


In my happy taxi

In my happy taxi