A tribute to a late-night cab driver who offers kindness during difficult times.
Verse 1
He's a late-night boy
Working on the graveyard shift a year or more
He picks me up, oh the sound of the doorbell
I know I'm heading straight up for hell
But at least I'm not driving
Chorus
He's only, the cabbie he's just the cab man
Verse 2
Most people when I'm in this state, they get irate
And they find me offensive
But not the cabman, he's a real gentleman
He shores up my defenses
Verse 3
I lay my head upon his shoulder
He says, girl, you're not getting any older
He was there when my mother died
He drove me up to Windy Hill
Where he let me cry
Verse 4
He drove me all around the town
Where I got systematically blown down
He took me in the night careful and quiet
Driving alone at night, not even wanted