Taylor

Lyricist: Jack Johnson     Composer: Jack Johnson

they say Taylor was a good girl , never one to be late
complain , express ideas in her brain
working on the night shift , passing out the tickets
your gonna have to pay her if you want to park here

well mommy's little dancer is quite a little scerct
working on the streets now, never gonna keep it
it's quite an imposition and now she's only wishin
that she would have listened to the words they say...poor Taylor

she just wanders around, unaffected by
the winter winds yeah, she'll pretend that
she's somewhere else, so far and clear
about two thousand miles, from here

well Peter Patrick pitter patters on the window
but Sunny's silhouette won't let him in
poor old Pete's got nothing cuz he's been falling
and somehow Sunny knows just where he's been

he thinks that singin on Sunday's gonna save his soul
now that Saturday's gone
and sometimes he thinks that he's on his way
but i can see, that his brake lights are on

he just wanders around, unaffected by
the winter winds yeah, and he'll pretend that
he's somewhere else, so far and clear
about two thousand miles from here

such a tough enchilada, filled up with nada
givin what you gotta give to get a dollar bill
used to be a limber chick n' times have been a tickin
now she's finger lickin 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