The High Llamas - The taximan's daughter

The taximan's daughter's day comes around
photographers hide away, cameras down
her friends have deserted her
god, how they hurt her
baited and spat on her shoe

A country can change a lot in a year
the roundabout culture shock disappears
and who will pick up the tab
for my taxi cab
someone a long way from here

Hang a sign on the door,
fumble for the key
walk away from the store and years of jealousy

She knows what she wants to be
but can't face the fight you see
bleach out the oncoming day

We're dressed in tuxedos and we trawl the night
huddled together
we find first light
the parkland is flowing now
the crowd keeps growing now
the music has started to play

Hang a sign on the door
fumble for the key
walk away from the store and years of jealousy
hang a sign on the door
fumble for the key
walk away from the store and years of jealousy

She knows what she wants to be
but she can't face the fight you see
the music has started to play