introducing the old daysnnclogged up, blown out, framed in a casennnntaxicab, taxicabnnnntwelve street watches make come homennbus stops squat and blue and chrome.nnnntaxicab, taxicabnnmiddle of winternnnni will pray for you somedaynnfor all the things that i could not saynnyou'll be talking to yourself in the streetnnnntaxicab, taxicab (x2)nnmiddle of winter