Criss-cross laces
You have the center
You have the cinnamon
In the centerYou shouldn't be alone
You should just pick up yourself
And shine yourself
And make yourself fit a bran new maybeIn the side streets
You been walking
I have been walking tooSo, you know the faces
You know how they'll
Flirt with youWell, I know my favorite language
Well, it trickles down my mouth
If this is me being close to youBeing somewhere like
The last night we spend together
That is something
Next to nothing
That is somethingSo, I got my truth of many colors
I got my fears another shade
But when I'm riding my happy taxi
I guess I got it madeWho's that creeping?
In the street there
Who's that creeping?
By your windowShe might know something
She might show you some things
You never really want
To share forever
Mean forever
'Cos it feels so slowWe 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 drivingIn our happy taxi
In our happy taxiI am not the
First street preacher
Not the first to
Want to lead youNot the first to
Leave your money
Not the first to
Leave your homeNot the first to
Leave forever
Glad to go when
Love has goneSo where am I going?
Where am I going tonight?
So where am I staying?
In my happy moonlightIn my happy taxi
In my happy taxi
In my happy taxiIn my happy taxi
In my happy taxi
In my happy taxiWould you drive on down?
Would you drive on down?
Would you drive on down?In my happy taxi
In my happy