Taylor

They say taylor was a good girl, never want to be late

Complain, express ideas in her brain

Working on the night shift, passing out the tickets

Youre gonna have to pay her if you want to park here

Well mommys little dancer has quite a little secret

Working on the streets now, never gonna keep it

Its quite an imposition and now shes only wishing

That she would have listened to the words they said

Poor Taylor

She just wanders around, unaffected by

The winter winds and shell pretend that

Shes somewhere else, so far and clear

About two thousand miles from here

Peter patrick pitter patters on the window

But sunny silhouette wont let him in

Poor old petes got nothing because hes been falling

Somehow sunny knows just where hes been

He thinks that singing on sunday is gonna save his soul

Now that saturday is gone

Sometimes he thinks that hes on his way

But i can see that his break lights are on

He just wanders around, unaffected by

The winter winds and hell pretend that

Hes somewhere else, so far and clear

About two thousand miles from here

Such a tough enchilada filled up with nada

Giving what she gotta give to get a dollar bill

Used to be a limber chicken, times a been a ticking

Nows shes finger licking to the man

With the money in his pocket flying in his rocket

Only stopping by on his way to a better world

If taylor finds a better world

Then taylor's gonna run away