And the gulls all heavy with rain
While Carlyle shines like a pin
And the weary man still grinning
Did you hear about this one?
Well my head is nipped to spinning
With every word you sang and roared
But all the time I was listening
How the streets are filled with sinners
And the taxi drivers
Taxi drivers that ride the lights
Was on Waterloo Bridge
With the river ablaze with lights
And the thing about these things is
They're eternal but not forever
And something about tonight is
Like it never has been any better
Through the shadows of dead souls covering
The streets with footfall and chatter
And taxi drivers
Taxi drivers
Riding through the lights
It's blacker than a mourner's coat
Or the mane of the draymans's colt
All the other stone here's made of coal
And it covers the roofs with it's cloak
Till the dawn bursts through like a thief
Picking out precious jewels
You'd only see if you could look up from the streets
But it's colder than a pitt street cell
Or taxi ride
Windows open through the night
To the garage on the western road
Nothing's changed but the year's all new
You get a two thousand year old view
But it quickly gets bent and confused
Like everyone else that you try
Looks good till you wear it awhile
I'm not stopping here I'm going on
To the inn at the turn of the mile
You should come and see the infant smile
And talk to his mother a while
It's the chance you might take one day
Look around and it's slipping away
Like tax drivers
That ride
Ride through the night
Taxi drivers riding, riding the lights